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Equestria Apocalyptica

Part 2 - Standing Together

A tall, pale figure appeared from the magic circle, and Twilight Sparkle heard Applejack and Rainbow Dash gasp as they beheld, for the first time, the physical incarnation of Death. As he stepped out of the circle the green fire flashed to black, and a new figure - gaunt, skinny and black - followed him out. Famine directed a hungry grin at the four ponies as he took his place by Death's side. Then, finally, the flames turned an angry crimson, and a new stallion materialized. He was muscular, intimidating and an image in red and black. A scarlet coat, blood-red wings, a mane and tail of liquid fire... decked out in ancient-looking armor that seemed carved from obsidian rock, hung with a mess of thick, black chains. The grin on his face was positively predatory.

As he walked to stand next to his brothers, his eyes were fixed on Twilight Sparkle, who did what she could to return the stare. When he opened his mouth, his voice was like a crackling fire. "Ahh... you are her, yes? The filly who summoned us. Twilight. I've been looking forwards to meeting you, after hearing alllll about you from my brothers. In fact..." His smile grew wider. "I was so eager that I decided to go pay YOUR brother a visit. The Crystal Empire is such a NICE place. Well... WAS, anyway." Twilight swallowed, her speculations from earlier that day confirmed. "Thank you for that... War." She had to force her jaws apart to avoid having to speak through clenched teeth.

Her friends gave her looks of startled surprise. They hadn't figured it out. She quickly shook her head to clear it. "No, really - thank you. If any of your brethren had gone there instead, my brother and sister-in-law would probably have wound up dead along with the rest of the Crystal Empire. Thanks to you, they're safe here in Equestria now, along with at least SOME of their people." War nodded, but his smile didn't get any smaller. "Oh, don't worry about it... Twilight. You'll have plenty of opportunities to repay me tonight."

Understanding was spreading across the faces of her friends. However crazy it seemed, War really HAD done her a tremendous favor by ensuring that two of the people she loved most in the world were refugees in Canterlot now, instead of lying dead somewhere in the frozen tundra surrounding the Crystal Empire. Assuming she succeeded in completing the ritual, they'd be safe here, along with the other survivors... and the Gryphons who had conquered their empire WOULDN'T be. So when all the dust had settled, they could go rebuild the Crystal Empire. However many crystal ponies had died during the invasion, it was still the best possible scenario available right now.

"Anyway..." Death's smooth, deep voice butted in, clearly startling Applejack and Dash, who had probably held similar expectations of it as she did when first she summoned him. "I see you've brought a couple of new friends. Very sensible. Maybe you'll get through all of this after all." His eyes panned across the two newcomers analytically, then he nodded. "I believe I'll take the earth-pony, if nopony minds terribly. She seems a sturdy sort." War shrugged, his blood-colored wings fluttering slightly. "Suits me. I'd rather have the pegasus - a spirited mare like her is right up my alley." Famine nodded, his habitual hungry grin much in appearance. "Then I guess I'll take the unicorn! I didn't get to know her as well as I might like before. Perhaps it's time to... deepen out acquaintance."

Death shot Twilight a mockingly apologetic look. "Sounds like you're sitting out the first round, Twilight Sparkle. So just sit back and watch, conserve your energy... when one of your friends needs a break, you can take their place, yes?" She nodded with faked hesitation, feeling arousal bubbling up inside of her. Getting to watch Applejack and Rainbow Dash's first times without any distractions would be a godsend. What their faces would look like when they finally realized what was happening... what they would sound like when they reached their first climax... she could hardly wait to find out. "As for the rest of you... turn around, and kneel!"

Rarity complied instantly, and the other two followed suit with uncertainty visible in their eyes, while Twilight walked a few paces away from them and sat down to watch. The difference between Rarity and the rest was obvious from there. Dash and Applejack both looked nervous. Rarity looked aroused. A faint blush was visible against her white coat, and her tail was already curled up and back. The three stallions were each approaching their chosen prey, their dicks emerging swiftly from their sheaths and hardening in preparation of the coming 'ritual'.

Shrieks of surprise sounded from Applejack and Rainbow Dash as an unfamiliar intrusion reached them. Rarity just moaned. Twilight licked her suddenly-dry lips as she watched Death and War easily overpower her two friends, pushing them into the ground, raping them. Consternation, surprise and pain were visible on their faces and audible in their voices, mixed with a tinge of sudden understanding. Only now did they understand what this perverted 'ritual' was all about, and what kind of night they were in for.

Death was seemingly working according to the same script as always - pushing Applejack into the floor with his weight, forcing more and more of his shaft into her. War, on the other hand, seemed to have a somewhat more creative approach to things than his brothers. After shoving his cockhead into the struggling Rainbow Dash's pussy, he stopped briefly and seemed to concentrate for a moment. Suddenly, the black chains adorning his armor began to move on their own, whipping down around Dash's body, pulling her up into direct contact with War's chest, and ensnaring all four of her legs.

Then War pushed off with his front legs, rearing back and sitting down on his haunches - with his cock now pointing directly upwards, and the chained-up Rainbow Dash suspended above it. Glancing at Twilight over Dash's shoulder, he gave her a grin, and then used the chains to spread Dash's legs wide for a better view. And sure enough, she could see it all: Rainbow Dash's labia stretched wide around the top of the thick shaft, the bulge above her clit showing the current location of the large cockhead, and the tiny droplets of blood running down War's dick - trophies of a plundered virginity.

She could also tell that War had a bigger cock than either one of his brothers, at least in terms of girth. It was obviously causing a lot of pain as it squeezed its way into Dash's tight, young snatch, and her neighs of pain were becoming more and more high-pitched as gravity and the ensnaring chains conspired to pull her down on top of it. War rolled his eyes, and another chain snaked through her open mouth like a bit, not quite silencing her cries but certainly quieting them.

As Rainbow Dash was slowly, gradually pulled down on the impaling member, Twilight allowed her eyes to pan over the other two, just to check. AJ was holding up better than Dash - she wasn't crying or screaming, anyway. Just panting in obvious discomfort, eyes tightly closed. Her hind legs, however, didn't shake in the least even as Death's unyielding member forced its way deeper inside of her. A tough farm-filly through and through. She'd be fine.

And Rarity? Well, she was already moaning in orgasm, moving her rear end in eager little circles, encouraging Famine to fuck her faster and harder. Judging by the slushy, drippy sound coming from them, she'd already cum at least once, and Famine had followed suit. Clearly, Rainbow Dash was the only one who was really having a hard time, though considering who her 'lover' was, it was hardly a fair comparison.

In the meantime, War had pulled her as far down as he was likely to get her. There was quite a bit of unused shaft still outside, as always, but the cockhead-bulge on Dash's tight, muscular belly had moved high enough up that it was almost certainly resting against her cervix already. War seemed content to let her hang there for a while, her entire weight and then some suspended on his cock. Twilight could tell that he was talking to Dash, too - whispering in her ear, though she couldn't hear what it was about from here.

Judging by Rainbow Dash's pain-streaked face, however, it wasn't anything good. But there was an odd look of renewed determination to her expression. Then, War leaned back a bit more, and some new chains emerged from his armor - smaller than the rest, but just as black, and ending in what looked like some very pointy little hooks. Twilight barely had time to wonder what they were for, before they answered the question for her.

Two of them made a beeline for Dash's chest, seeking out her nearly-invisible nipples in the depths of her sky-blue coat. The hooks rammed through them together, staining the blue with drops of red. Dash bucked in pain, squirming on top of the huge rod that was holding her up by the pussy, but rather than scream in agony, she only groaned lightly through the chain-bit. Several more hooks, meanwhile, were making their way towards the point where their genitals intersected...

Eight of them went for her outer labia, hooking into them, four on each side. They left little, bloody scratches on War's shaft in the process, but he didn't even seem to notice, much less care. The hooks then pulled her labia away from the shaft, spreading her open like a flower in spring as the chains wound themselves around her thighs. At the same time, the two hooks that had attached themselves to her nipples were moving as well, pulling the tiny nubs forwards out of her coat, stretching them visibly. And still, there was two hooks left, hovering around her genitals.

Rainbow Dash was writhing like a landed fish, pain no doubt cascading through her body. But still, she wasn't screaming, just biting down hard enough on her chain-bit to make her jaw-muscles stand out. Then, one of the two remaining hooks slipped into her clitoral hood and pulled it back, exposing her clit - the single-most sensitive point on her body - to the air, while the last hook hovered threateningly over it. War was whispering something in her ear again, but Dash just shook her head - as much as she could with the chain wound around it, anyway.

Then, the hook struck, jabbing clear through Dash's sensitive clit in one smooth movement. A long, drawn-out groan of pain rumbled out of her throat, and her entire body went stiff as a board. Without waiting for her to recover, the hook that had pulled back the clitoral hood released it - the second hook preventing it from sliding back into place - and instead whirled higher up. It entered Dash's mouth - held open by the chain-bit - and another choking groan of pain emerged. Followed, seconds later, by her tongue - with the hook lodged in the middle of it, clean through. The two chains - one connected to the tongue, the other to her clit - then moved together and intertwined like amorous snakes, and in a subdued flash of magic, there was only a single chain connecting the two. And it was taut enough that any movement in Rainbow Dash's head or tongue would translate directly to her freshly-pierced clit.

Only then did War start fucking her. Using the larger chains wrapped around her body and limbs, he lifted her up until the lower ridge of his cockhead was peeking out from between her widely-spread labia. Then he brought her down on it with full force, creating a thrust-length impossible in a conventional mating, slamming his cockhead into her womb with bruising force, and making her whole body shake... which, of course, put tension on the various hooked chains attached to sensitive parts of her physiology. It was the most painful, sadistic act of mating Twilight had ever seen, and even though she'd lost her own ability to feel pain, she could easily imagine how altogether agonizing it had to be for Rainbow Dash.

So why was she feeling so aroused by it? The way the chains pulled her nipples into view, and opened up her pussy to provide an unimpeded view of the inner labia... the way she was drooling around the bit, her tongue stretched out of her mouth, making speech impossible... the way her abdomen bulged out around the huge shaft, the way her whole body shook with every impossibly-long thrust. It all made her loins burn and her pussy drool.

Desperately, she averted her eyes, but that just brought them back to the other two, which did nothing to reduce her rising lust. Applejack seemed to be getting into the swing of things already, her expression softening from one of determination and endurance to one of enjoyment, while a slight blush crept unto her cheeks. And of course, Rarity had already lost herself completely in the free-flowing sensations - she was moaning loudly in pleasure, paying no attention to the ponies around her, and the obscene, sloshing sounds coming from her hindquarters spoke of several orgasms already reached. The puddle of cum spreading around her hind legs merely provided independent confirmation.

She couldn't resist anymore. Her horn glowed, and two large, thick, magically-created dildos formed behind her. Then, a sudden headache shot through her, and they vanished again - a split second before they would've reached her hungry orifices. Looking dazedly around, she saw Death's horn glowing green as he leered at her. "No, no, dear princess... you're supposed to REST, remember? Just... sit back, and watch. Nothing more."

None of her friends seemed to have noticed the exchange, too caught up in their own pleasure and pain, but it nonetheless made her wince. They were sacrificing themselves for the sake of Equestria, and for HER... and she was treating it like a stage-show. She was terrible... but more importantly, she was SOOOO HORNY! But there was nothing she could do. She couldn't even pull her eyes away from the display in front of her.

Her torment continued for over an hour, as the tireless Stallions of the Apocalypse continued fucking. Only Famine seemed to be cumming, leaving Rarity with a visibly distended abdomen as her womb was filled with more and more of his cum... despite vast amounts of it drooling out between their interlocked genitals, pooling on the floor. All 3 of the ponies were breathing hard, blushing with excitement, and seemingly having lots and lots of orgasms... except, perhaps, Rainbow Dash. Although, even where she was concerned, Twilight could no longer tell if she was writhing in pain, or in pleasure.

Several more times, she had tried to pleasure herself with her magic - including just sneaking a tiny tentacle down between her legs to stimulate her clit - but every time, Death contemptuously shattered her spell with a single spark from his horn. For the last half hour or so, she'd started grinding her front hooves into her aching pussy, hoping to get at least SOME stimulation that way - but her hooves were too large and clumsy to do much more than add another reminder of what she WASN'T getting.

Finally, something changed, albeit not for her. Death suddenly stopped in his tracks, in a way she recognized to mean that he'd finally climaxed, and was currently pumping his seed into Applejack's womb. A sloshing sound from War's direction indicated that he, too, had cum - but that he hadn't bothered to stop for it, and instead was continuing to fuck Rainbow Dash with his flared-up cockhead. Then the three stallions moved, almost in sync, each pulling out of the tight pussy they had been pounding so far - and just as quickly pushing into their victim's so-far ignored asshole. Applejack cried out in pain and surprise as her virgin sphincter parted before Death's relentless intrusion. Rarity moaned in orgasmic bliss as her now-emptied cunny emitted a thick stream of freshly-liberated cum, while her eager asshole opened unresistingly before Famine's jizz-covered cock.

And Rainbow Dash? Well, she got the entirety of War's immense shaft shoved into the tight confines of her virgin ass - flared head and all - in a single, bouncing thrust, driving the breath from her lungs. Twilight could not help but wince at the sight. The way she'd lost HER anal virginity had been brutal enough, what with Death inexorably pushing into her, sheathe and all, until her sphincter broke under the pressure. But compared to this, he had been gentle as a mother's kiss. Rivulets of blood were running down the few inches of War's cock that was still visible, forming a small puddle in the space between his shaft and his testicles. From the looks of things, Dash's sphincter had to have been damn near shattered.

Rainbow Dash's eyes were staring emptily up at the ceiling, neck-muscles straining as she bit down on the chain in her mouth. Then, a swarm of tiny, almost thread-like chains rose from the breastplate of War's armor and encircled her head, weaving together with impossible speed - seconds later, leaving nothing but a metallic blindfold that covered her eyes completely. That was when War gestured for her to approach.

She hesitated for a split second before complying. His display of brutality had banished her feelings of lust and desire, albeit briefly. She was worried about her friend. But as she walked towards the, she couldn't help but to notice how the current setup exposed Dash's pussy to her - still pulled wide-open by the hooked chains, with the inner labia gaping from the long fuck, and a small trickle of cum flowing steadily out of it. The labia were pink and bruised, but also visibly wet from more than just cum. She licked her lips and felt the heat of desire rapidly return to her loins.

"My pet here seems... discomforted." War said as she reached them, in what was probably the understatement of the century. "Why don't you put that skilled mouth of yours to use making her feel better, hmm?" She nodded mutely, glad that the blindfold was preventing Rainbow Dash from seeing the eagerness on her face. As she kneeled in front of them and stuck her head in between their legs, however, she got a better look at the damages.

War's rough-textured sheathe was halfway buried inside Dash's ass, the radial ring entirely out of sight. And the sphincter had, indeed, been torn in several places - at least 3 that she could see. She dimly remembered the pain she'd suffered when a SINGLE tear had developed in her own asshole, and however faint that memory was - now that she no longer felt pain at all - it was enough to make her wince at the thought of the agony Rainbow Dash had to be suffering right now. On top of that, it didn't look like any of the chains were actually holding her up - just keeping her from tipping over. Which meant that those last few inches of shaft probably remained outside because there was no more ROOM inside - War's cockhead had to be resting against the 'bend' in her intestines, beyond which no rigid object could pass, with her entire weight and the weight of the chains beside.

But that, she thought as the scent of Dash's well-fucked pussy tickled her nostrils, just made what she was about to do even more important. She couldn't ease her friend's pain in any direct way, so all she COULD do was to give her some PLEASANT feelings to even the scales, right? Besides, she was just obeying War's orders - as part of the Ritual, she had no choice. It wasn't as if she was just giving in to her own desires, after all...

Hungrily, she thrust her entire muzzle into Dash's pussy, breathing deeply of its scent even as she thrust her tongue as deep inside as she could reach. The taste of cum was strong in there, with many thick dollops still sticking to the internal walls for her to eagerly lick up. War's sperm had an odd undertone of nuts to it, she noticed. It was also less salty than Famine's had been, but more bitter. With her lower jaw pushed against the sensitive flesh right below Dash's vaginal opening, she carefully redirected the steady flow of sperm - still leaking out of her friend's no-doubt battered womb - down her own throat, even as she continued to lick every inch of pussy she could reach.

A mere three days ago, Twilight would have nothing going for her in this art but enthusiasm. But she'd spent a large portion of those three days frolicking with Rarity, and while her 'summon penis' spell had often played a role, they'd also both indulged in plenty of cunnilingus. And Twilight Sparkle was nothing if not studious, observant and a fast learned. She'd quickly picked up on what kind of maneuvers would most expediently reduce her white-coated friend to a quivering, orgasmic mess. Those skills were now applied, with the added motivation of desperate horniness.

Those hooked chains made it all SO much easier, she decided. When cavorting with Rarity, she'd sometimes used her hooves to pull her outer labia apart, but it was a clumsy process at best, and she'd inevitably lose her grip when Rarity started thrashing around - as she always did. This way worked SO much better, giving her unrestricted access to the far more sensitive INNER labia, and - by virtue of letting her push pretty much her entire muzzle into it - also enabled her tongue to reach deeper than it otherwise could.

Of course, while spending significant time on the tongue-spelunking, she was careful not to neglect the rest of her friend's sensitive spots - for starters, even when she WAS pushing her tongue to the limit in the hopes of scooping up more delicious dollops of cum from the depths of Dashie's tender pussy, her nostrils would be lodged almost directly against the small mound ABOVE it, blowing a steady stream of teasing air across the sensitive, fully-exposed clit.

But it was whenever she pulled back a bit that she could really go to town - her tongue lashing eagerly across the entire area, mixing the layer of sticky pussy-juices that had formed there with her own saliva, teasing the tiny urethra with the tip of her tongue, and finally caressing the clit - which always made Dash jump. Of course, it probably WAS really tender, pulled out of its cover by that big ol' hook, and Twilight had to be careful to lick around it so she didn't get her tongue stuck on it too.

"And that makes 10... nice work, 'princess'." War's voice drew her attention away from the juicy pussy in front of her face, forcing her to once again face her plight; if one assumed that War was referring to the number of orgasms she had inflicted on Rainbow Dash (which seemed entirely likely, though she hadn't kept count), then that was 10 more than SHE had reached. Her pussy was almost vibrating with unreleased pleasure, and the juices were flowing down her inner thighs in thick streams. "Allow me to... reward you, for your hard work." War's crackling voice snapped her out of the introspection again, and she felt a spark of hope.

Then she spotted something thin and black out the corner of her eye, moving fast. Before she could react, it was under her, heading straight for her clit - which had been out of its hood and fully engorged for over an hour. As she quickly peeked between her legs, she only just barely had time to identify the object as one of the thin, black, hook-tipped chains that War had used to torment Rainbow Dash with - before said hook rammed through her clit, drawing blood.

She came immediately and explosively, thrashing on the floor as the pleasure washed over her. With her body unable to register pain, the sensation of the sharp, pointy object piercing the most delicate nub of pure nerves on her body, couldn't be interpreted as anything ELSE - and as the chain tugged her clit this way and that, it merely prolonged her long-awaited climax. It took several minutes before she was able to calm down enough to get to her hooves again, and she could feel that the hook was still solidly buried in her tender flesh.

The massive orgasm had let off enough steam that this stimulation by itself wasn't enough to get her off again, but she still couldn't resist taking another glance at it - and as she did, she saw the chain begin to change. Whatever the other end had been attached to, it apparently wasn't anymore, 'cuz the chain was spooling itself up - assembling into a rough cylinder while still dangling from the hook set into her clit. Then, as the tiny chain-links moved across one another, the whole thing became... indistinct. It all seemed to blend together into a black shadow.

When it cleared, there were no chain-links in sight - the loose chain had seemingly been reshaped into a dangling, octagonal block of solid metal. The hook had also closed into a full ring, and seemed to have integrated directly into the heavy mass of metal below it. There was no visible way to separate the two, nor of opening the ring. War laughed above her. "When War leaves his mark on you, it never really goes away... even if it isn't always obvious." As he spoke, the dangling weight disappeared - just faded away into the thin air, leaving her with a stylish, black ring through her clit and nothing else.

She glanced up at him, trying to figure out what that was all about, but he just kept smiling - rather unpleasantly - while the chains surrounding Rainbow Dash began to move, straining upwards. "But you really DID do a most excellent job, little filly... why, I could feel this young pegasus' ass contracting futilely around my shaft every time you tongued her to another orgasm. Right at first, she was so tight around me, I couldn't have moved an inch! But now that you've forced her through all those AGONIZING orgasms, her internal muscles are quite exhausted, and I can finally get started on giving her a proper ass-fucking..."

Twilight took a couple of steps back, staring up at him in shock, while the black chains pulled Rainbow Dash upwards inch by inch, exposing more of the stallion's blood-streaked shaft. She'd noticed during her games with Rarity that her cute little butthole would always contract reflexively whenever she brought her to an orgasm, but she'd never extrapolated from there. After all, SHE had had many an orgasm while stretching her own ass to the limit with her own magical constructs, and never felt any discomfort... because she'd lost her ability to feel pain. She couldn't imagine what it would feel like, muscles already stretched to near tearing, forced to try and contract around an unyielding object... again and again. Whatever damage War had wrecked on Dash's tender intestines, her eager tongue had no doubt exacerbated it.

"Come now, don't lose your focus, filly..." War chuckled, pointing to his right with one hoof. "Look - another friend of yours seems to be in need of help!" Twilight followed the hoof, eager for something that might distract her from the painful realization she'd just arrived at, and got it. Still kneeling under Famine, poor Rarity seemed to be at the breaking-point. Her face - which had been shining with orgasmic bliss for most of the night - was pained, and Twilight could easily see why. The smooth, white hide of her stomach was stretched out enormously, nearly reaching the floor. Every time Famine thrust into her, high-pressure jets of cum blasted their way out from between his hard shaft and Rarity's tight sphincter, painting his balls - and everything behind them - white.

It was quite a familiar sight, really, seeing as she'd been in that exact situation during the previous ritual. But, she reminded herself, SHE couldn't feel pain. Rarity was not so fortunate, and it was obvious that her sperm-filled innards were causing her significant discomfort. Turning her back on War, she started walking towards the two, trying to close her ears to the sounds coming from behind her. The slimy noise Dash's asshole made as War's huge cock speared into it again, just as hard and fast as the first time. The little whinnies of pain escaping from around the large chain in her mouth. War's eager huffing as he tormented her.

There was nothing she could do about it. War obviously enjoyed causing pain to his victims - as Death had warned her at the end of the previous ritual. 'Playing rough', indeed. But Famine wasn't like that, or he wouldn't have enjoyed fucking HER so much last time. He seemingly just enjoyed pumping fillies full of his seed. Hopefully, he'd accept a switch-out. Of course, she reminded herself, she was hoping that strictly because she couldn't stand to see another friend suffer, and NOT because her own rear orifices were still loudly reminding her of their deplorable emptiness.

Famine looked up as she approached, grinning in his habitual, hungry way. He never stopped thrusting as he started to talk. "I see you've made the acquaintance of our dear brother, War - and he's even given you a little gift, hadn't he? How thoughtful he is. Seems like I'm the only one who hasn't, by now!" She glanced down past her flank to where the small, black ring still dangled proudly. With desire still coursing through her veins, her clit hadn't even TRIED to retreat into its hood yet. She wondered if the ring would fit in there, or if it would keep her clit permanently exposed from now on.

Looking back up, she nodded. "Yeah. Charming fellow. And if you want to give me a gift, then please, let me take Rarity's place! She's obviously in pain." Famine lifted an eyebrow, and his constantly-pumping haunches stopped. The constant, obscene, slurping sound of their cum-covered genitals merging disappeared, making Rarity's pained breathing far more audible. Famine glanced down at her. "So her name is Rarity, huh? I never DID ask her name. Terribly rude of me, I suppose. And I guess she DOES seem a bit... full. Heh. Just the way I like them."

He looked back up at her, and his sunken eyes seemed to twinkle naughtily. "All right, then - by all means. Take her place." She hesitated, waiting for the other horseshoe to drop. "On one condition, that is..." Aaaand there it was. She watched, one eyebrow raised, as he stepped back from Rarity. He pulled most of his shaft out 'till only his flared cockhead was resting against the inside of her sphincter, effectively keeping it sealed.

"You know, I just hate waste, particularly of perfectly good cum... and you know, once I've pulled out, it's just going to be OOZING out of there. But... as long as you can keep drinking it down, I'll keep fucking you instead. Give up, throw up or spit out... and I'll go right back to inflating your friend here." Twilight winced. Both she and Rarity had cleaned out their asses carefully before they left for the ritual, knowing the apocalyptic stallions' fondness for having their cocks spit-cleaned post-coitus. But still...

Death glanced over at them from where he was still busy sodomizing Applejack with undiminished strength - she seemed to have gotten used to it by now, and was once again moaning in pleasure rather than crying in pain. "You've been spending too much time with Pestilence, brother. He's rubbing off on you." Famine shrugged and grinned at his brother. "So? You know we work well together - crop blights and whatnot. Besides, he wanted to hear all about the ritual - he can hardly wait to join us for the last one!" Death sighed, shaking his head. "That brother of ours is one sick puppy... not that that's anything new."

Twilight steeled herself. From the sound of things, the humiliating scene Famine was setting up for her was merely a taste (hah!) of things to come during the NEXT ritual. If she was going to be able to handle 'Pestilence', she couldn't afford to let something like this slow her down. And besides... she really, REALLY needed Famine's thick cock in her pussy. Or her ass. She really didn't care anymore, as long as she got some thick, hot meat inside of her.

Quickly, she dove between Famine's legs, and positioned her head underneath his cockshaft. It was dripping on her mane, but she was focused on what was in front of her: Rarity's pussy, red and puffy, still dripping cum and pussy-juices. A pleasantly familiar sight which she'd induced herself on several occasions over the last couple of days. She gave it a couple of quick licks while Famine lowered his head to look back at her, chuckling darkly. "Ready, then?"

She nodded. She was MORE than ready. Her tail was draped across her back in open invitation, as it had been for a while, and both of the holes beneath it were practically gaping of their own accord, so ready were they. Oh, and of course, her mouth was ready too. She didn't relish the thought of what she was about to do with it, but hopefully, it'd mostly just taste like cum. And while Famine's cum was certainly an acquired taste, she'd had more than enough time to acquire it during the previous ritual.

The flared cockhead popped out, spattering drops of jizz across her forehead and horn. As soon as it was out of the way, her head took its place, mouth wide-open. And not a nanosecond too early - as soon as the fleshy cork was gone, the first huge spurt of cum under pressure burst from the wide-open hole (which she only just had enough time to notice was pleasantly red around the edges), blasting straight into her mouth and down her throat. Indeed, her mouth wasn't really wide enough to catch it all, and a significant amount wound up splattering across her face and down her chest instead, but she didn't have time to concern herself with that.

Quickly, she swallowed the huge mouthful - noting that it did, indeed, just taste like plain ol' cum - and opened her mouth for the next spurt as the reflexive contractions of Rarity's cum-packed rear orifice forced more of its contents out. This one was less forceful, having lost most of the pressure, and she was able to scoop most of it up in her mouth. Even as she was swallowing it, she moved her head forwards, closing her lips around the now rapidly-shrinking sphincter. Wouldn't do to let anything spill, and she didn't expect to have the mental acuity to keep catching flying streams of jizz much longer.

Sure enough - while she'd caught those two first gushers, Famine had finished backing up enough for his slime-covered cock, still warm from Rarity's ass, to reach HER rear holes. He considered his options only briefly before adjusting his hips and thrusting the stained mess into Twilight's sopping-wet pussy. It offered no resistance to the well-lubricated shaft whatsoever, but instead seemed to be actually sucking him in, so eager was it for his presence.

Finally, finally, FINALLY, her pussy was filled. The first climax came swiftly, and she could sense many more behind it as she began to drift away to that dreamlike place of orgasmic bliss, where she didn't need to worry about having accidentally helped torture a friend or feel ashamed about deriving voyeuristic pleasure from watching her other friends get raped. There was no need for such things there. Only pleasure. And then, it got even better. Suddenly, a weight was dangling between her legs again - heavy, black and octagonal. Each of Famine's strokes sent it swinging back and forth, pulling her clit along, stimulating it.

Her body, previously tense, turned subtle in a second. Her rear was moving, pushing back, rotating as it welcomed Famine's cock, setting the pendulum attached to her clit spinning. And whatever reluctance she'd had about her current oral assignment, it was gone now. It had been silly, really. She'd sucked cum out of Rarity's ass before, she remembered - albeit vaguely. It had made her pretty, ladylike friend moan and twitch like a gutter-whore, and she just loved seeing her like that.

Hungrily, her lips dug into Rarity's tenderized sphincter, sucking out mouthful after mouthful of thick, foamy spunk - stirred up by all the fucking, no doubt. Meanwhile her tongue was caressing the inner rim before exploring deeper into the heat of her ass, eliciting moans and groans from the front-end of her friend, and her nostrils were vibrating as they breathed in the musky scent of Rarity's sweaty asshole from mere millimeters away. Both the moans and the scent only served to egg her on, of course.

Lifting her front hooves, she wrapped them around Rarity's hindquarters to keep a better hold on her meal, letting Famines' thrusts push her mouth even harder against the cum-drooling hole. Even as her eager tongue dug through the layer of accumulated sperm, reaching the characteristic, bitter taste of ass-juices beneath, she didn't slow down in the least. She had more important things to worry about, starting with the continuous ebb and flow of the wonderful orgasms radiating from her nicely-filled pussy, and ending with her desire to find out whether she could make Rarity cum from nothing but a tongue up her ass.

Of course, Famine wasn't holding back either - he'd already deposited two full cum-loads in her womb, and was in the middle of the third. The sensation of having her uterus stretched out like a fleshy balloon, pushing her abdomen out into a visible bulge, was by now as familiar as it was enjoyable - she didn't think anything of it beyond being an additional source of pleasure. As she had discovered previously, after all, the internal pressure would start forcing his cum out, even around his flared cockhead, long before her womb would tear from it. Granted, there was a lot of room for painful stretching between those two points, but to her, that was not an issue.

Famine was well aware of that, however, and had figured out a fun way to take advantage of that. The constant pressure in her uterus and the equally constant flow of thick cum into and out of it, was forcing open the cervix the same way a swiftly-flowing river would force open a mountain. The muscles in that area weren't doing too well anyway, having endured repeated beatings and bruising in each of the previous rituals, and going through yet another one now. Bit by bit, under the constant flow of cum and the bouncing impacts of his flared cockhead, the cervix was opening up.

When he sensed it had been expanded sufficiently - and Famine's senses were far keener than any mortal pony's - his hungry grin grew wider. With a conscious effort, he let his cockhead deflate, collapsing the flare, significantly narrowing its front... and then, he thrust forwards, with supernaturally-strong legs and haunches. Twilight's cervix parted - not willingly, not easily, but it parted. His cockhead pushed through, forcing more of the accumulated cum outside to rush back along his shaft to bubble out around her labia... and then, it was inside her womb, floating in the sea of sperm he'd deposited there, while the cervix desperately clamped down on the shaft behind it.

The powerful thrust, meanwhile, had pushed Twilight forwards with such violence, her entire muzzle was briefly forced into Rarity's asshole. Slackened as it was by Famine's pounding, the muscles then relaxed by the tender ministrations of Twilight's tongue, it parted before the impact, and briefly stretched around her muzzle - which, admittedly, wasn't THAT much farther around than the thickest part of the stallions' cocks. Her nostrils gave her a short, but thorough impression of what the inside of Rarity's ass smelled like, before they were blocked by cum.

Then, the combination of Rarity's elastic asshole trying to snap shut against the large intrusion, and Twilight's front hooves instinctively pushing back against her flanks, made her muzzle pop back out - with a slight whinny of mixed pain and arousal from Rarity to go with it. Snorting cum out her nostrils, Twilight took a deep breath, coughed a few times, and then noticed that the fresh stretching of the sphincter had redoubled the flow of cum from it. The steady flow had otherwise slowed down significantly as the pressure eased, and the remaining goo was... coming from deeper inside. Quickly, she glued her lips back to the hole, and resumed sucking and licking.

Only then did she have enough attention left over to notice how things had changed behind her. There was an unusual, delightfully new sensation of stretching inside of her... along with the feeling of a radial ring resting against her labia, and Famine's slim, muscular abdomen touching her back. Somehow, Famine had achieved full penetration! She now had several inches more cock inside her pussy than ever before, and the sensation was making her swoon.

This, of course, was only possible due to her uterus having already been ballooned up to the limits of its stretchability. Currently, Famine was resting his cockhead against the very back of it, letting the high-pressure cum around it run back along his shaft, pushing the cervix open bit by bit again - and adding extra lubrication to boot. More than half a foot of his length - which had previously been stuck outside - was now lodged inside her womb, including the highly expandable head. Any normal mare would've been screaming in pain at the cervical penetration, but thanks to Death's gift, Twilight was handling it like a champ - and Famine was looking forwards to seeing how she liked what came next.

After making sure that Twilight was still unabashedly munching away at her friend's ass - said friend looking far better by now than she had before - he licked his lips and began to thrust. He didn't trust the stretching of her cervix to remain if he pulled out of it, so he shortened his normally-long strokes to take him from the point where his cockhead was halfway through that narrow, muscular tunnel, to the point where it hit the far side of her womb. Less than a foot, but enough for his purposes. With unrestrained force, he pounded her womb with his cockhead, while the rest of his long, long shaft caressed the remainder of her eagerly-grasping pussy. The motion churned the gooey cum packed tightly in the uterus, making it wobble back and forth in the same rhythm - stimulating the entire internal surface of the stretched-out womb.

Twilight hadn't thought it possible to get even further lost in orgasmic bliss, but she was discovering new levels to it now. The short, powerful thrusts were resounding throughout her entire body, and the way his radial ring would tickle her clit and labia at the terminus of each stroke added more to the experience than she would've thought possible. She had a vague idea about how he'd managed to push the extra inches inside of her, and a vaguer idea yet that it might be causing her permanent harm, but those concerns disappeared quickly under the continuous flow of climactic pleasure.

Lost in the pleasure, her body began to move even more wantonly than before, her whole body bucking as she pushed back against Famine's cock in a subconscious attempt to get the most out of the penetration. This prevented her from keeping her lips glued to Rarity's asshole, but with the flow of cum dropping to a trickle, she didn't need that tight seal anyway. With her head moving rhythmically up, down, back and forwards in front of the still-open orifice, she simply let her tongue stretch out of her mouth, slurping noisily across the sphincter whenever she came near, collecting whatever cum had accumulated at the bottom of it. The violence of her motions also transferred to the dangling weight on her clit, which was now swinging hard enough to hit her bloated abdomen on one side and Famine's rough-skinned sheathe on the other - each with an audible smack.

Together with the steady stream of moans emerging from her mouth when it wasn't otherwise occupied, the noise was enough to draw Applejack's attention, in spite of the continuous anal assault she was enduring. She watched, gobsmacked, as her best friend didn't just endure what should've been an agonizing and humiliating experience (judging by how unbelievably deep that skinny stallion seemed to be going, and how heavy that dangly thing looked), but obviously ENJOYED it enormously. The sight was making her cunny feel funny, like it had done when the sickly-lookin' fella above her had been pounding that instead of her tender little hiney. Above her, she could hear him chuckle, but he never slowed down.

Twilight, however, paid no attention to Applejack - or, indeed, to Rainbow Dash, who was still undergoing unbelievable torments atop War's ass-impaling member on the other side of her. She was completely absorbed in the primacy of sensation. There was no past or present to her, only the here and now, the current thrust, the current lick, the constant yet ever-changing pull on her clit. The 'deal' with Famine was long forgotten - she was licking Rarity's ass simply because it was within reach of her tongue - as she would've licked, sucked or kissed anything else that happened to be there. This was, perhaps, a good thing, since the dribble of cum that was still emerging from that orifice was coming from deep enough in Rarity's digestive-system to have a rather noticeable flavor... which, of course, she paid absolutely no attention to.

Feeling Twilight's eager movements around his entire cock, Famine soon couldn't hold it in anymore. Panting slightly, he shortened his strokes further - as his cockhead flared, it could no longer enter the cervix, but only pull partially into it. He was effectively stuck in her womb now, until the flare went down... and in the meantime, his churning testicles were ready to pour his 'gift' into her already-filled uterus. Pulling back one final time, he let the flare seal the cervix completely, and then let go.

Torrents of cum once again poured into her womb, but this time, they had nowhere to go. Her cervix had already stretched as far as it could possibly go - not a drop was getting out between it, and the swollen knob-end blocking it. Her already-full uterus thus had no option but to expand even further. Now, theoretically, it could accommodate all that and then some - after all, it was meant to have enough space for a foal or two - but without the hormonal cocktail and long, gradual growth that came with a pregnancy, the actual limit was quite a bit lower.

Worse, her outer hide was even less flexible, and even as the straining cum-balloon of her womb stretched it into something resembling the early stages of a pregnancy, it wasn't enough. A lot of the expansion would have to be inwards, and there it ran up against another problem: Her stomach, already filled with the gallons worth of cum that she'd sucked out of Rarity's asshole. Unable to expand in that direction, the pressure built, threatening a messy end...

Then, suddenly, her stomach began to shrink. A feeling of energized freshness washed over Twilight (who had entirely failed to notice the near-disaster threatening her internal organs, so caught up was she in her trance-like state of all-encompassing pleasure), and with her suddenly-empty stomach rapidly assuming its more compact form, her womb expanded to use the extra internal space. Famine chuckled, enjoying the feeling of the huge pressure pushing against his flat cockhead as he rested for a few seconds.

Acting mainly on instinct, Twilight halted her bucking movements when Famine stopped, and for several minutes, she simply coasted on post-orgasmic pleasure, buoyed by the feeling of pressure and heat radiating from her womb. The halt also gave her an opportunity to refocus her attention on Rarity's ass, which was - by now - quite thoroughly covered in her spit. The cum had stopped flowing - whatever remnants of Famine's loads were left inside of her clearly didn't intend to come out anytime soon. But to Twilight's present mindset, that just meant that she could move more freely, without having to worry about spilling anything.

Feeling oddly well-rested and energetic, she dug into Rarity's still-tender ass with great gusto. She let her teeth lightly caress the sphincter itself while pulling it out with her tongue. She kissed it the way she'd kiss a pony on the mouth during the throes of passion, creating obscene, slurping sounds. She opened her mouth as far as it would go, and pushed her face far enough into her friend's rear end to let her tongue explore her ass nearly up to the root. All the cum was gone by now, disappeared into her gullet - she was just licking across Rarity's lower intestine, bathing her tastebuds in the slime and juices being generated there.

Rarity's breathing had become a constant series of moans, gradually rising in pitch. She'd been within seconds of reaching an orgasm from Twilight's oral treatment before Famine's new trick had pulled her friend's mouth away from her, and the licking that had followed had only served to keep her thoroughly excited while still drifting away from the brink of the climax. But now that Twilight's tongue was digging into her with such renewed fervor, such tireless energy, she was pushing rapidly back towards that peak.

Like Twilight, she'd lost herself to the pleasure. Right at first, she'd been terribly ashamed that her friend had done such a dirty thing just to save her from the discomfort of a painfully-inflated womb and belly. Then, when Twilight's tongue had elicited such pleasurable feelings, she'd felt even more guilty for enjoying it. But by now, she was eagerly thrusting her tail-hole back at Twilight's face, hoping to feel her muscular, ever-moving tongue lash even deeper. She didn't even realize that her moans were turning into words as approached ever-closer to that much-desired orgasm.

"Ohh... yesss... lick my ass... lick it deeper... clean my ass... let me... ughh... feel your tongue... oohhh... in me! Make me cum! OHH! Make my ass cum with your tongue! AHHH! YES YES YESSS!!" Her voice rang clear and clean in the empty room, loud above the squishing sounds of well-lubricated genitals sliding against each other. The three stallions shared triumphant, aroused glances across the backs of their 'victims'. Applejack stared at Rarity in shock, hardly able to believe her ears, even as she felt her own desires soar. She wondered is maybe someone would stick something in her pussy if she asked like that. Rainbow Dash... was far too busy writhing in pain as the hooked chains lifted her into the air by her nipples and clit, with no help from any of the other chains, for another two-foot-long thrust into her already bleeding ass.

And Twilight Sparkle simply complied with the requests, always happy to help a friend. Her tongue lashed around inside Rarity like an angry viper, while her lips and teeth applied stimulation both gentle and rough to the sphincter. And finally, she felt that sphincter tighten rapidly around her tongue, several times in a row, while Rarity's speech again degenerated into unconnected grunts and moans. Grinning triumphantly, she pulled her face back, watching the spit-soaked hole gape like a landed fist as the throes of an orgasm ran through it.

Famine had been holding back, just waiting to see if she could pull it off - and while he certainly appreciated the sight, it was time to get back to the fucking. Although, perhaps with another little wrinkle. With one of his powerful front legs, he batted the white unicorn - who wasn't too steady on her feet after that orgasm, anyway - over on her side, then all the way around to her back. With a dazed look on her face and her hind-legs spread, she stared up into the ceiling even as he maneuvered himself - and the purple pony impaled on his still-hard cock - sideways to line up with her again.

He was all ready to use his hoof to force Twilight's head down between Rarity's inviting thighs, but it proved unnecessary. The moment Twilight's nose caught the first whiff of a moist pussy below her, her head dipped, nostrils flaring and tongue reaching out for the source, and she quickly collapsed her front legs to kneel over it. Licking his lips at the sight, Famine chuckled again, and started moving his hips. His first thrust was... difficult, to say the least, seeing as he was pushing his sizeable cockhead into an already stretched-to-the-limit orifice, and the force he had to put behind it pushed Twilight's face hard down into Rarity's pussy, forcing her outer labia to part around her muzzle the same way her ass had earlier - though much easier. A delighted squeal rang out from Rarity at the sensation, as well as the affirmation that several more orgasms would soon be arriving for her, served up on her best friend's talented tongue.

Meanwhile, Famine's now-deflated cockhead managed to push through the highly-pressurized sperm filling Twilight's uterus, sending waves and eddies through it as it instead rushed in to fill the space around the top of the cervix that said head had previously occupied. Already it was beginning to filter down along the side of the shaft, past the cervix, and towards the exit at the other end. The movements made Twilight feel like her womb was filled with excitable tadpoles, even as her cervix once again started radiating that sensation of a hard, veiny shaft pushing through its extreme tightness, which her pain-free brain could only recognize as extreme pleasure.

Needless to say, she was floating away on a cloud of orgasmic bliss again within minutes, even as her tongue dug greedily into Rarity's pussy. The long anal session she'd endured beforehand - first fucking, then licking - had left her juices flowing freely with nothing to do for the past hour. Now that she was on her back, her lustily gaping cunt-hole was swiftly turning into a watering-hole filled with her sticky, slightly-sweet juices. Juices that Twilight was eagerly lapping up, once again filling the air with obscene, slurping sounds.

However, even as Famine continued to fuck her with deep, powerful thrusts, sending orgasm after orgasm coursing through her body while her clit-pendulum swung wildly, the smart, analytical part of her mind was not completely out for the count. Something was different, she could tell. She'd enjoyed drinking down Rarity's sweet juices before, and had enjoyed it - but now, she was doing far more than that. The sticky juices felt refreshing in her throat, slaking her thirst like cool lemonade on a hot day. It was making her perk up, and dig into the source of the delicious nectar with renewed strength.

While she tried to cling to enough of her consciousness under Famine's shuddering thrusts to figure out what was going on, the stallion lowered his head to nip at her ears, whispering into them. "You have noticed my gift by now, haven't you? I told you I'd get you one. See, I know well what you ponies eat - fruits, vegetables, grains... so dull and boring. I've granted you the ability to live on a far more interesting diet. A stallion's seed will sate your hunger, and a filly's juices will slake your thirst... well, that and more, but I'm sure you'll figure it out as you go along." He grinned and directed a quick lick at one of her ears before bringing his head back up again, refocusing his attention on fucking her as hard as he could. He knew he was on borrowed time, and wanted to leave as much of an impression as possible before time ran out...

Twilight simply filed what he's just told her away for future consideration and, with the current mystery thus solved, her mind was once again flooded with nothing but pleasure. Rarity was following suit, torrents of delight crashing through her, making her limbs flail. Her hind legs curled around the back of Twilight's head, pulling her face deeper into the embrace of the juicy cave between them. Every now and then, a particularly violent thrust from behind would force her muzzle deep into the soggy hole, which opened around it with increasing ease, stretching to accommodate her - jaw, nose and all. Every time it happened, she'd breathe deeply, relishing that strong, musky scent where it was most concentrated.

The two of them floated in a sea of endless pleasure together for a little less than 20 minutes, though to them it seemed an eternity. At that point, Famine cursed under his breath - with Twilight's pussy, cervix and womb all milking his cock together, he couldn't last longer. Holding back had never been his strong suit anyway - quite the opposite. If he came inside the filly's womb again, he knew that the results would be... extremely messy, and extremely final. Which would undoubtedly annoy his younger brother, Pestilence - who had been looking forwards to meeting this tainted princess enormously - and he didn't want that.

And so, just before his cockhead flared, he pulled out - just as swiftly and violently as he'd pushed it in, leaving her cervix to gape wide-open for a few seconds before it was filled with a deluge of accumulated cum. As he jumped nimbly back his cockhead engorged into the characteristic flare, but even then the slime-covered, well-fucked tunnel did little to slow it down, and her juice-slicked outer labia parted easily before it. The cum began spurting the moment he pulled all the way out, with the first huge burst thoroughly coating her already rather messy backside. The rest arched further and higher, sticking to her coat, mane and tail - gluing the later to her back and effectively locking it in the 'eager to be fucked' position. About the only part of her that was untouched was her face - which was already a thorough mess of dried cum from her ass-spelunking expedition, and fresh pussy-juice from her more recent explorations.

Meanwhile the cum that had filled her womb was finally fully released, and with her cervix still wide-open after the fucking it had received, it was leaving in a hurry. A veritable deluge of thick, foamy, churned-up cum emerged from her pussy while the bulge on her abdomen rapidly shrunk. The spurting avalanche of sperm created a rather impressive little lake below the two of them, but a lot of it wound up caught on Famine's cock - which was, after all, still dangling right in front of it. The head, shaft, and dangling ball-sack were all thickly coated, and a lot of the sticky slime splattered across his thighs and hocks as well.

Even as her womb emptied itself, however, Twilight's cum-stained face was rising from its previous retreat deep in Rarity's pussy, an expression of vague annoyance forming on it. The thrusting had stopped, and with it, the constant waves of pleasure. Normally, the receding sensation would've left her in a state of sated exhaustion, but Famine's 'gift' had provided her with the energy of a full meal with cold drinks - so as the tides of post-orgasmic pleasure receded, what it left in its wake was yet more simmering desire. She didn't want to rest, she wanted MORE FUCKING!

Famine, perhaps reading this on her face, grinned at her. "Oh, don't give me that look, little princess... why don't you head on over and see if Death has some work for you, hmm?" He gestured towards him, and Twilight followed the movement to see the pale alicorn, still thrusting into Applejack's ass as he'd been doing for hours, smiling over at her. With a shrug, she walked towards him, limbs slightly twitchy. Between her rear legs, the dangling block of black metal that had been swinging from her clit during the whole thing suddenly disappeared - leaving behind only a small, black ring...

Watching her go, Famine then looked down at Rarity, who was just catching her breath and wondering where that delightful tongue had gone. "I DO hope you've enjoyed your little rest... my tool is badly in need of a cleaning, you know." She glanced up at the shaft swaying below his belly, and swallowed. 'Badly in need' didn't really do it justice. "Don't forget the legs, either. Don't want to leave that sticky stuff there to dry in my coat." His hungry smile widened. "Better hop to it, little filly... the longer you take to get me properly cleaned off, the longer I intend to spend exploring your throat with my shaft. Which means longer to wait before you have my girth thrusting into one of those painfully empty holes of yours again..."

Her face twitched at this. Twilight had left suddenly and without warning, leaving her to stumble down from her orgasmic high. Her pussy was still gaping and drooling, her asshole was still opening and closing of its own accord... and at this point, she'd eagerly welcome a visitor in either. Wasting no more time, she rolled to her feet and got to work, sticking her face into the thick layer of foamy cum covering his flattened cockhead, not caring that it was getting smeared all over her face in the process.

Meanwhile, Applejack's self-control was cracking. Her ass was on fire - the constant thrusting had rubbed her sphincter raw, and the added lubrication that Death had added when he came into her ass (stopping only briefly to deposit his load, before returning to the thrusting) had only made the thrusting faster and harder - not less painful. Worse, the burning in her hiney was making her puss burn in a different way. When Death had first fucked her there, she'd had several orgasms - the first in her young life, and an experience she was quite taken with. But she hadn't been able to cum from the persistent ass-fucking that had, by now, been going on for more than two hours. Instead, she just became more and more aroused, her empty cunny crying out for attention.

And the way Rarity had been moaning in orgasm next to her, after crying out all those embarrassing things to Twilight, stuck in her mind. She wasn't normally the type to hide things - quite the opposite - and her general philosophy was that as long as you were forthright, open and honest with people, things would work out. But now, uncertainty and embarrassment were caught in her throat. With a deep breath, she forced herself to open her eyes, which she'd had screwed tightly shut against the pain for a while now.

Two things were immediately noticeable. One was Twilight staggering towards her from the side, covered in gunk and looking a mite dazed. The other was the head of her 'lover', peering down at her from between his front legs, one eyebrow raised quizzically. "Something you want to say, little filly?" He asked, in that weirdly smooth tone of his, smiling naughtily at her. She gritted her teeth - whether to try and keep the words inside, or just 'cuz he was still screwin' her ass with undiminished ferocity.

"Well..." she finally pushed out the words "My ass is getting mighty sore, and my pussy's feeling mighty empty, so if it ain't any trouble, would you mind switchin' holes?" Death chuckled, and seemingly added a bit of extra jab to his next thrust, making her wince. "Oh, is that all? Let me see..." He looked up and caught the eyes of Twilight, who was just coming to a stop in front of them, swaying slightly on her feet, eyes mostly unfocused. "Tell you what - why don't you give your friend here a big, sloppy kiss? If I like what I see, I might give you what YOU want..."

"Wha... what are ya talkin' 'bout?" Applejack blushed scarlet while forcing her front legs - asleep from the long hours spent kneeling - to straighten out. Death's thrusts kept up with her easily, and he merely altered his angle slightly to adjust for her new stance while she looked angrily up at him. Her attitude didn't seem to bother him. "Hah... what's wrong, little filly? Never been kissed before? Don't worry, I'm sure Twilight here can show you how it's done." The next bit was clearly directed straight at her friend. "Twilight! Make out with this filly. Do it well if you want a chance to feel my cock in you."

Twilight Sparkle's unfocused eyes suddenly seemed to sharpen, and she bounced forwards, lips spreading. Applejack had just begun opening her mouth to protest, when their lips met. Her friend's lips were soft, and tasted vaguely sweet - with hints of a salty undertone. She felt herself blush right up to her mane as Twilight Sparkle - her closest, cleverest, most intimate friend - twisted her head sideways to lock their mouths together in a tight seal. Already, her tongue was exploring Applejack's mouth, running down the back of her teeth, jostling her own tongue. She didn't dare try to close her mouth, since she'd just wind up biting it that way.

Twilight's lips were very... insistent. Pushing against her. She'd already pulled her head back, but Twilight had just followed along. She was moving her head around a bit, sliding their lips against each other. Her tongue tasted salty and bitter. Her eyes were half-closed, blazing with lust under the heavy eyelids. Her face was a mess, various juices staining her lavender coat. Her scent was strong - and familiar. It was Rarity's scent, deeply soaked into her muzzle. She'd watched part of what had been going on next to her, and the sudden realization of what the mouth now connected intimately with her own had been doing just beforehand, made her blush even more. And made her pussy ache even more.

Well... if Twilight was gonna do this anyway, there wasn't really that much point in resisting, was there? Might as well just play along for a bit, then maybe that pale bastard above her would keep his promise. With that justification firmly in mind, she let her own tongue rise to meet Twilight's. Almost immediately, the two were intertwining, wrestling, pushing across one another. Her neck was still unpleasantly pushed back, so she pushed her head forwards, kissing Twilight harder, mashing their lips together as her tongue explored deeper into her friend's mouth to find traces of salty residue sticking to her palate...

Before she knew it, both of their heads were moving animatedly, twisting this way and that as they kissed, broke contact for a brief breath of air while still connected by intertwined tongues of a string of drool, then diving right in again. Twilight lifted her front hooves from the ground to wrap them around Applejack's neck, pulling them more tightly together, and Applejack followed suit despite Death's continued thrusting into her behind. After all, the thrusts only pushed them closer together...

Getting caught up in it, Applejack took advantage of one of their brief partings to lick her broad tongue across Twilight's muzzle, tasting Rarity's juices on it, before plunging back into her friend's mouth. Twilight replied to that by sucking on her tongue like a lollipop, drawing it so far down her own throat that its tip tickled her tonsils. Above them, Death grinned as he watched their oral acrobatics, hips still pumping. Both of them were getting flushed and out of breath.

"Okay, I think that's enough..." he rumbled pleasantly, and Twilight immediately stepped back, a thread of saliva briefly connecting them still before that too broke. Applejack nearly tumbled forwards as her hooves lost their purchase - Twilight simply shook her off and left her with her tongue still hanging out of her mouth, longing to resume the passionate embrace. Her earlier embarrassment was forgotten - right now, she merely felt intensely hurt that Twilight's apparent fervor had simply been an attempt to obey Death's command.

Death lifted an eyebrow at her, seemingly reading her face, then chuckled and stopped thrusting. "Well, both of you did a really good job there. Very nice. I think we'll need a tie-breaker to see which one of you gets to feel my cock in her pussy, hmm?" He jumped back, pulling his cock out of Applejack's ass, which continued gaping open as the cool night air caressed her sore sphincter. The thick tool had been inside of for hours now, and unlike Twilight and Rarity, SHE hadn't had any reason to clean herself particularly well before pursuing her friends into the Everfree Forest. The shaft was noticeably stained by both white and brown.

The pale stallion grinned at them, and Applejack felt her heart sink. Surely, he wouldn't... "So, why don't the two of you work together on cleaning this off first, hmm? Whoever does the best job gets to enjoy the fruits of her labor..." Applejack winced, her fears confirmed. Twilight just jumped forwards, licking her lips. Gritting her teeth, AJ followed suit. She was no stranger to competitive spirit, and more important, having her ass vacated hadn't reduced the burning desire in her loins - quite the opposite. In fact, it almost seemed like the continuous ass-fucking had kept it down to a low burn somehow, and now it was flaring up.

Two hot pony-mouths closed around Death's shaft from two sides. Their lips and tongues frequently met as they each explored the veiny surface, each from their own side, cleaning away both cum-stains and shit-stains. Applejack had to fight down nausea as she worked - it wasn't so much the taste, which was minute, but the SMELL. This cock had been stewing in her ass for hours, while the both of them worked up a sweat - it was more than merely 'rank'. Twilight, however, seemed to have no such reservations, and was licking up the residue that had collected along the shaft with every indication of enjoying it.

Thus, by the time Applejack reached the root of the shaft, and set about cleaning her side of the radial ring, Twilight was already busily sucking on the pale, dangling ballsack behind it - having already licked the entire sheathe clean of accumulated sweat on the way. As Twilight backed off, revealing the smooth skin of the ballsack glistening with her spittle, Applejack turned her head away with a silent curse. There was no way this was a fair competition! Clearly, Twilight had already earned loads of experience with this stuff during the past two 'rituals' or whatever... leaving Applejack to feel like an inexperienced filly on her first day at the market.

Death, however, seemed disinclined to accept any excuses about fairness, as he looked below his flanks to admire his now spit-cleaned tool. "Well, now... I think we all know who won THAT one!" Applejack gritted her teeth. She'd just sound silly if she protested. The pale stallion grinned at her, in an even more unpleasant way than usual. "In fact, it's almost TOO clear. You did very poorly, uhh... whatever your name is. Orange pony." "Applejack!" "Whatever. I think you need some punishment to motivate you to do better in the future!"

Applejack was just about to protest the unfairness of the test, when the imposing stallion's tall horn glowed with a green fire. Suddenly, she was surrounded by bands of green force, including a bit lodged between her teeth, turning her intended pronouncement into an indistinct groan. The bands were restraining all of her limbs, lifting her into the air, and carrying her out from under the stallion while spinning lazily. She came to a rest in front of him, with her back turned, and felt another band of force lift her tail up high - painfully so - while her hind legs were being spread forcibly apart.

Twilight watched her friend's plight with half an eye while looking hopefully up at Death. She'd won! So she'd get to disappear into the throes of orgasmic bliss again. She could hardly wait. Disinterestedly, she watched as twin paddles, seemingly hewn from some sort of black wood, formed out of the thin air, surrounded by green auras. Right behind her friend. Then, Death mounted her, and she didn't care about anything anymore. Her pussy was sopping wet, eagerly inviting him inside. And when his initial penetration reached her womb, that too parted easily before him, already accustomed to such intrusions. Feeling him enter her to the root, his cockhead bouncing off the far side of her uterus (which was still slack and stretchable, like a recently-deflated balloon), she sensed the first of no-doubt many orgasms approaching.

At the same time, one of the paddles whirled down to make painful contact with Applejack's left ass-cheek, resulting in a loud smack and a pained whinny. When Death then pulled back out, as far as he could go without having to dance his hind-legs backwards, the second paddle whirled down to hit her RIGHT ass-cheek with equal force. He thrust forwards again, into the depths of Twilight's womb. SMACK. Pulled out once more, leaving his cockhead right at the lower edge of her cervix. SMACK. Thrusting in again, pushing open the cervix on the way, further training the muscles there to accept such a huge, brutal intrusion. SMACK.

Death quickly built up a swift, hard rhythm as he took advantage of his younger brother's work expanding her cervix, enjoying the tightness around his cockhead. And for every stroke, both of Applejack's bouncing ass-cheeks would get tenderized by the iron-hard wooden paddles. While the swift thrusts quickly lifted Twilight back up into that carefree, perma-orgasmic state of mind she so desired, they also rapidly reddened Applejack's ass, setting it on fire with pain... and further stoking the fires of desire burning right below it.

The pain that radiated from each impact did nothing to distract her from her unreleased desire. Rather, as each blow made her ass jiggle, it just seemed to tease her already-sore sphincter, while sending little eddies down through her stimulation-starved pussy. The groans filtering out through her bit were as much out of desperate desire as out of pain, and the sound of Twilight moaning in orgasm behind her was by far the worst part of her punishment.

Desperate for some sort of distraction, she craned her neck as far as it would go, trying to check up on her other friends. Rarity was still underneath that black stallion, his cock now a thick bulge on her throat as he pumped his hips repeatedly, his radial ring pushing past her lips on every thrust. Rarity's pussy was drooling, her juices once again staining her inner thighs as she gave the stallion oral stimulation while receiving nothing in return.

But then, she let her eyes fall on Rainbow Dash, and her blood froze in her veins. Fear chasing away the horniness - if only briefly, she averted her eyes. Indeed, it seemed like Death was the most merciful of the brothers. Almost subconsciously, she stopped grunting and struggling against the immoveable restraints, simply letting the blows hail down on her ass without protest. She wasn't sure how long she'd be subjected to this treatment, but... she'd take her punishment without complaint. After all, it could be far, far worse.

Indeed, Dash's current situation was unenviable. The chains wrapped around her limbs were holding her suspended in midair, upside down, legs spread. Her ass was gaping wide open still - as it would probably continue to do, considering the torn muscle-fiber - and was leaking a frothy, pink foam. War had cum twice while ramming her ass down on his tool, mixing his seed with her blood, and using the added lubrication to redouble the violence of his thrusts. Her pussy was still fully exposed, the hooked chains holding her labia apart, while the one lodged in her clitoris was pulling her most sensitive point violently upwards. The chain wasn't connected to her mouth anymore, but instead just terminated in midair, along with the two chains attached to her nipple. All three points were bulging upwards under the stress, exposing them fully to the cool air... amongst other things.

The reason why the clit-chain didn't connect to her tongue anymore was obvious - namely, a huge, blood-stained shaft ramming into her wide-open mouth. Of course, blood wasn't the only thing staining it - quite a bit of the pink cum-foam was clinging to it as well, and much like AJ, Rainbow Dash hadn't known that there was any particular reason to clean out her ass before going out tonight. Then fear and pain had loosened her bowels. Enough said, the taste that had spread in her mouth when War first pushed his cockhead in there would've made her gag, had she still possessed enough willpower for even such a subconscious rebellion.

But she didn't. The hours of torture, combined with War's whispering voice, had driven it from her. Every step of the way, he'd reminded her that she could always tap out. Give up. Then one of her friends - probably Twilight Sparkle - would have to take her place. The loyalty that burned at the core of her being would not allow that, and her fierce competitiveness could not accept surrender. And so, she's suffered through, while her body was deformed and torn apart, her mind creaking under the pressure, until her original reasons were forgotten. There was only the pain, and the Master, and sometimes a bit of pleasure if she was good. So when the Master's cockhead had entered her mouth, her tongue had danced around it like a drunken butterfly, cleaning it off before it proceeded deeper into her throat. She relished the taste. It was a gift from the Master, after all.

However, even as he slowly pushed his shaft deeper into her gullet, leaving time enough for her to clean every inch as it passed within reach of her tongue, he was continuing the punishment. One of the larger chains emerging from his armor had arched up like a scorpion's tail, the end of it splitting into 7 smaller, nimbler chains about a foot long each. This, he used as a scourge, liberally laying into Rainbow Dash's exposed body.

Her groin, of course, was bearing the brunt of the assault. Her fully-exposed pussy and already-broken sphincter repeatedly felt the sting of the lash, along with her tender, fleshy ass-cheeks. All of them were criss-crossed with angry red welts and occasional bleeding scars where the chains had bitten deep enough to draw blood. Every now and again, one of the chain-links would whip across her tautly-stretched clit, making her body jump as the searing agony shot through her... once nearly making her tongue miss a speck while cleaning the thick shaft being thrust into her mouth. Wincing, she redoubled her oral efforts. She couldn't disappoint the Master. The pain was granted by the Master. If she let it push her into failing the Master, it merely showed that she needed more of it. That she deserved to be punished still more. She was weak. The Master was just. She had to keep sucking, licking, cleaning. It was what the Master wanted.

The rest of her body, however, wasn't being ignored. Across her thighs, her flanks, her back, her belly, and particularly around her exposed, swollen nipples, the scourge played. War delighted in the sight of the many red stripes that covered her body, stark against her blue coat, while he continued pushing his cock deeper into his new plaything's stomach. Her jaws had to be aching from its girth by now, but of course, after the training he'd given her, she wasn't about to let that show.

He didn't stop pushing until his sheathe had been forced all the way inside, leaving his ballsack resting gently against her nose as she breathed deep of the musky scent of his sweaty, blood-stained balls. His sheathe, after all, had soaked up a lot of blood, cum and ass-juice during the long ride, and it needed to be properly cleaned. Her soft tongue was STILL hard at work, running endlessly across the coarse hide of his sheath, looking for any speck she might've missed, or which might've been loosened by the prolonged soak in her saliva.

He stood there for a while, resting his forelegs on one of the larger chains from his armor (in completely unconcerned defiance of the laws of physics), while looking down at her blood-streaked groin. The scourge was still hard at work, whipping away at every inch of exposed flesh it could reach. The chains attached to her clit and tits were also still taut, having merely moved to new angles to make room for his body. He was enjoying the sight, the feeling of her obedient tongue caressing his sheathe, and the slight sizzle of her stomach-acids trying futilely to eat away at his cockhead - which had penetrated straight into her stomach before he stopped.

Then, with a sigh, he took a half-step back, bringing his sheathe back out of her mouth, and his cockhead back out of her stomach. Those points of friction would just slow him down too much. With that thought in mind, he began fucking her mouth with his customary, casual brutality, keeping the scourge moving while he tormented her throat. Every now and then, he'd jump forwards with the thrust, spearing her with a full penetration and slapping her in the face with his balls - just for the sake of variety. Smiling evilly, he wondered whether - if he fucked her throat long and hard enough - he might be able to damage her vocal-cords to the point where she lost her capacity for speech. After all, a sex-toy didn't need to speak - it only needed to obey!

At the same time, Applejack's far less severe 'punishment' was ongoing. Death had been slowly increasing the pace of his thrusting as the sensation of Twilight's cervix squeezing in on his shaft while the rest of her pussy seemed to suck it in with deliberate, well-lubricated eagerness, increased his own horniness. This, of course, had similarly increased the pace of the spanking, quickly turning Applejacks entire ass a red enough for it to be clearly visible even through her orange coat.

But AJ was a working pony - she was well familiar with the muscle-pains that came from hard work, and with injuries from overstrain or work-related accidents. She'd learned to soldier on even when her whole body was aching. This was standing her in good stead now, as the heat of the repeated paddling spread through her flanks, blending with the inexplicable (but quite different) hotness of her pussy to make it feel like her entire rear end was on fire.

As for Twilight, she was hitting perhaps the highest orgasmic high she'd ever experienced. The to-the-root penetration was teasing every part of her pussy - even the parts it wasn't really SUPPOSED to reach. The dangling, octagonal weight had reappeared as soon as Death started fucking her, and was now swinging from her clit again, adding its own stimulation. And this time, there were no distractions - no pussy or ass in front of her face for her tongue to reach for. Indeed, she wasn't required to do ANYTHING, except stand there with the stallion's front legs wrapped around her shoulder... so she could focus entirely on the sensations spreading from her rear, letting it lift her ever higher into endorphin-charged bliss.

An hour passed as the three stallions continued their entertainment. Then Rarity found herself stumbling towards the basket of supplies she'd brought for the night's ordeal, coughing up cum to clear her throat. The black stallion had continued fucking her throat for far longer than she'd hoped, depositing several large loads of cum directly into her belly - and in her desperation to hurry things along, she'd done her best to pleasure him further, using her mouth, throat and tongue as best she could. She wasn't sure if it had sped things along any, but afterwards he'd complimented her on a blowjob well done and suggested that she take a couple of minutes to freshen up... before he got back to fucking her silly.

She obviously wasn't feeling particularly HUNGRY, but her throat was burning to say the least, and she could definitely use a drink. Glancing around, she saw that Applejack was still hanging from those magical restraints she'd seen the pale stallion put on her a while back - and the paddles were still swinging. She'd heard them, vaguely, while focusing on Famine's shaft in her mouth. A succession of fleshy slaps. Her ass was bright red by now, and a small pool had formed underneath her continuously dripping pussy.

Studiously, she avoided looking in the direction of the crimson Pegasus as she took out a bottle of lemonade from the basket and drank half of it in one gulp. She'd made the mistake of looking over there earlier, and it hadn't been a pretty sight! The sounds alone were enough to tell her that nothing had changed - the clink of the chains, the grunting of the stallion, and the sharp whistling of a whip moving through the air and finding its mark.

Feeling guilty that she was taking a pleasant little break while two of her friends were being tormented, she picked up a couple of crackers from the basket and forced them down. However full her stomach might feel, she couldn't live on cum alone - and the dry crackers might actually help soak up some of the sex-fluids that were making her feel so bloated. Then she glanced back towards Famine. He'd lain down on the ground, and seemed to be looking at her speculatively. He wasn't making any gestures to beckon her back to his side, but then again, he hardly needed to - her pussy and ass had been empty for far too long, and she desperately needed something filling them. The promise that he'd provide his long, hard cock for that purpose was more than enough to ensure that she'd return to his side.

However, not quite yet. With a deep, determined breath, she turned and walked towards the side of the room where the stallion Twilight had identified as Death Ponified was busy fucking her, and apparently tormenting Applejack at the same time. As she approached, the pale alicorn looked up, one eyebrow lifted, and she tried fluttering her eyelashes at him seductively - somewhat hamstrung by the fact that her eyelashes were more or less glued to her face by all the cum that had gotten rubbed all over it while she was cleaning Famine's shaft.

"Begging your pardon, my good sir... but while you gentlemen may be tireless and immortal, we simple ponies require occasional food and drink to sustain us. If it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience, could you release Applejack for a short luncheon-break? I would be willing to take her place in the meantime." She somehow managed to get the last bit out without her voice trembling. Up close, the beating AJ was receiving looked extremely uncomfortable, and unlike that hard-riding farm-pony, SHE had delicate skin!

But... as far as she'd seen, Applejack had had nothing to eat or drink since this ordeal started, not even cum! She certainly had to be thirsty by now, and she probably hadn't had any reason to make sure she was well-fed and topped up on energy before leaving home, either. Who knew when she'd last eaten? She couldn't leave a friend to suffer like that just because she was afraid to get her delicate rear end bruised.

The pale stallion glanced past her to where Famine was lying, then looked at her again and grinned. "Well, I guess that's generosity for you... very well, I suppose I HAVE been forgetting how... fragile you ponies can be." He stopped thrusting into Twilight, eliciting a disappointed moan, and green fire flared briefly around his horn. The magical restraints that had held Applejack suspended in the air suddenly vanished, causing her to fall to the floor with a thud - and a splash, when she hit the puddle of pussy-juices she'd created. Then, the same restraints appeared around Rarity, and she found herself being carried towards the same spot of empty air that AJ had just vacated, the paddles still hovering threateningly there.

Applejack looked up at her, seemingly somewhat disoriented, but recognition seemed to be spreading across her face. Realizing that the bit that had previously held the farm-pony's mouth open while blocking her screams hadn't materialized on her yet, she quickly called down to her. "Don't worry about me, Applejack! Go get something to eat and drink - we brought supplies for this. I'll be all right in the meantime!"

The orange pony gaped at her, stunned. Then her eyes panned to the twin paddles still hovering silently in the air while Rarity was floated in between them. "Wait... does that mean you'll be..." Rarity shook her head, pointing towards the basket by the wall with her horn. "Don't worry about me, just go!" Then the bit appeared between her teeth, blocking any future discussion, and she felt her tail being lifted by another bond of green magic.

Twilight moaned in delight as Death started thrusting again, pushing her back up towards that blissful, insensible realm she'd just started slipping out of. And the first smacks fell on Rarity's tender buttocks. She whinnied in pain, feeling her slender rear jiggle from the impact even as the next stroke fell on the other side. Death wasn't holding anything back on her account - he was jumping right back into the accelerated pace she'd interrupted, pounding Twilight into a world of bliss, and Rarity into a world of pain.

Applejack stared up at her for a split second more, then turned and galloped towards the basket... or at least, she tried to. Almost instantly, her legs gave out under her, sending her rolling to the floor. She'd first spent hours standing up to Death's tireless thrusting , and then spent the last hour with her legs in immoveable restraints... and much as Rarity had guessed, she hadn't exactly spent the day in restful repose. All of her legs felt like lead, and it was all she could do to push herself back up and wander shakily towards the basket and its promise of refreshments.

Meanwhile, it took virtually no time for Rarity's buttocks to go bright red from the rough treatment they were receiving - whether due to her sensitive skin, or just her white coat showing the underlying color more clearly. Unlike Applejack, she wasn't accustomed to such pain, and thus she lacked her stoicism. She struggled instinctively against the unbreakable bonds, and whinnied in pain - however muffled by the bit - every time one of the paddles struck home.

By the time Applejack had managed to get to the basket, chomped down a couple of muffins, washed it down with the rest of the already-opened bottle of lemonade, and staggered back, more than 15 minutes had passed. By then, Rarity was shaking in her restraints, drops of sweat leaving streaks of bright white as they washed away the caked-on layer of cum that covered most of her face. Much like Applejack, she'd found that the continuous stimulation of her rear end - however painful - was also serving to stimulate her pussy into feeling even more ignored. It was currently showing its annoyance with this state of affairs by adding a steady dribble of pussy-juice to the puddle that Applejack had started.

But her sacrifice had not been in vain. When Applejack stopped in front of Death, her legs were much firmer than they had been when she was released, and determination burned in her eyes. "A'ight, that's enough! Let Rarity go. I'll take the rest of my 'punishment' myself." The pale alicorn laughed in a jarringly pleasant way, and nodded. "Why, certainly. I DO hope you're feeling fresher now..." Once again, his thrusting paused as the green restraints popped out of existence - dropping Rarity to the floor with the same thud-splash as before - and materialized around Applejack again, lifting her into place. Within seconds, Applejack was feeling the paddles tenderizing her hiney again. The painful reddening of her ass-cheeks hadn't even BEGUN to fade during her brief break, but nonetheless, the first handful of strokes seemed unusually sharp as she got back into the routine. "Thanks, Rarity..." she just had time to mumble before the bit appeared between her teeth.

Panting, ass cherry-red and tears still welling from her eyes, Rarity pulled her legs back under her and got shakily to her hooves. "My... pleasure, Applejack. Anytime." She huffed, staggering away. She threw a glance Twilight as she passed, moaning eagerly as Death restarted his powerful thrusting after the brief break. She looked quite energetic, still - thrusting her rear against her lover's strokes, seemingly trying to deliberately make that heavy-looking thing between her legs swing faster. Maybe it was because of her magic, or because she was an alicorn, but either way, she certainly didn't look like she needed a break. In fact, she looked like she'd fight anyone who dared even SUGGEST that she move away from her current position. Rarity could relate.

On legs still shaky from her ordeal in front of the twin paddles, she staggered back towards Famine, who hadn't moved in the meantime. He looked up at her, one eyebrow lifted quizzically... as she staggered on past him towards where War was still busily throat-raping Rainbow Dash. Having endured even the relatively mild punishment that Applejack was being put through, for even a short while, she couldn't ignore the horrors that were being visited on Dashie anymore. If this brute of a stallion was so fond on inflicting pain on ponies, well, he could just torture someone else for a bit!

The crimson pegasus barely glanced in her direction as she stopped next to the terrifying tableau, trying not to wince every time the many-ended chain-whip lashed across one of Rainbow Dash's sensitive, exposed spots. "Begging your pardon, my good sir... but while you gentlemen may be tireless and immortal, we simple ponies require occasional food and drink to sustain us..." she started to repeat her spiel from before, but War interrupted her with a snort. "Yes, I heard you recite that to my brother. And if he wants to play switcheroo, that's his business. But why should I stop torturing this little filly when I'm having so much FUN with it?" The smile that played across his dark-red lips was beyond nasty, and he seemed to be thrusting even more fiercely into Dash's throat while she watched, just to see her wince.

Rarity steeled herself, trying to ignore the pain in her rear as she pulled herself up to her full height (which, admittedly, wasn't much next to the huge, muscular stallion.) "Well, you'd get to torture _moi_instead! ...for a while. I mean, wouldn't it be nice to have a fresh victim for a bit? Just look at these sleek, unblemished flanks! Wouldn't you rather see that whip of yours draw its tracks across them, instead of just putting marks on top of marks?" She could hardly believe that she'd managed to say all that, and her face was twitching slightly from the strain of it, but War just laughed.

"Sorry, little filly - you're making a persuasive argument, I'll grant you, but I've taken a liking to this one. I won't let go of her until she is completely broken." The chain-whip delivered another vicious stroke across Rainbow Dash's torn-open sphincter, once again ripping away the scabbing of the numerous bloody tears in it, and drawing fresh blood. Rarity winced, taking a half-step back as she felt the sheer malice radiating from the fiery-winged stallion. Then, a coarse, rumbling voice sounded out from behind her. "Aww, don't be like that, brother..."

Famine was on his hooves again, and standing behind her - both physically and metaphorically. "You know, if you break her tonight, you'll have to start fresh on some other filly at the NEXT ritual... and where's the fun in that?" War glared at his black-coated brother suspiciously. "Has that little mare sucked your brains out through your cockhole? Since when do you promote mercy for our sacrifices?" Famine just whinnied a laugh, his sunken eyes twinkling. "Come, now, brother! Just look at the way these ponies are supporting each other. This dear little filly was shaking like a leaf after just a few minutes in front of our big brother's paddles, and yet she's still willing to put herself in your all-but-tender hooves for the sake of her friend..."

The big, black stallion draped a hoof across Rarity's back in an almost paternal fashion while smiling faintly at his muscular brother. "Really, just play along. It's more fun that way, trust me. And besides, I know you - you can find a way to make even mercy seem cruel." War gave his older brother a flat stare, then sighed and threw his head back, making his fiery mane flicker. "Fine! Whatever. I'll 'play along', as you put it." Famine grinned at him, and then sauntered back to the spot he'd left, lying down again without another word.

War glared down at Rarity, brow furrowing in thought, while she tried to maintain a strained smile. Then, his face cleared up, and he started chuckling. "Right, then. This filly I've got strapped to my cock needs to eat and drink, you say? Certainly. Not a problem." He started backing up, pulling his shaft gradually out of her throat, but pausing as his cockhead filled her mouth. Its repeated dips into her stomach had left it coated with partially-digested food and stained with stomach-acid, and he grinned as he felt her tongue swiftly clean it all off, paying no attention to the debate above her.

"However, I won't take these chains off of her." He continued. "She will remain bound and blindfolded, so you'll have to feed her yourself." Rarity's ears perked up. If she was to hoof-feed Dashie, she couldn't possibly take her place at the same time! Did that mean she wouldn't have to... "...while I fuck your ass." War continued the sentence, having left a deliberate delay for her to spend getting her hopes up.

Rarity winced slightly. Well, this brute might be a tad better hung than his brothers, and she had no doubt he'd be as brutal and violent as he possibly could, but still... pussy or ass, just the fact that she'd be getting one of her hungry, hungry orifices filled seemed like less of a punishment and more of a backhanded reward. But War still wasn't finished, and as he finally pulled his cockhead - glistening with spit and clean as a whistle - out of Rainbow Dash's mouth, he continued. "While wearing THIS!"

One of the chains from his armor suddenly curled around his cock, right in front of the radial ring. Releasing its hold on the armor, it then circled around the shaft several times before turning into an indistinct, black shadow. When it solidified, it was a solid ring of black metal... crowned by a circle of sharp-looking spikes pointing forwards. War smirked as the panic spread across Rarity's face. "Oh, but don't worry..." he said, with mock concern in his voice. "I won't chain you down, or anything. You'll be able to slip right off my cock and leave whenever you want to. Of course, when you do - in fact, the moment I feel you shying away from me at all - the break-time is over for your poor little pegasus friend."

Rarity swallowed, feeling - and resisting - the urge to bolt as Rainbow Dash was lowered from her current perch and flipped around so that she had her hooves on the ground again. Not that she put said hooves to any use - her legs immediately collapsed below her, leaving her sprawled on the ground like a boneless chicken even as the scourge that had been tormenting her for the past couple of hours disappeared back into the tangled mess of chains that hung from War's black armor.

Glancing at the still-bleeding mess that War had made of Rainbow Dash's asshole, she took a deep breath, pushing all her concerns aside. "Very well. I'll just... get the basket, then." She didn't need to walk all the way over to get it, being able to simply fetch it from its corner with her unicorn magic. She could've walked over there anyway, of course, as a delaying tactics - but she couldn't delay helping Rainbow Dash.

Dropping the basket next to the still unresponsive Dash, she planted her hooves in front of her, lifted her (still bright-red) rear end into the air, and curled her tail along her back without bothering to glance back at the sadistic stallion behind her. She would offer him her body, but not the satisfaction of seeing the fear in her eyes. Besides, time was of the essence, and her attention was already firmly fixed on the basket as she levitated a bottle of milk out of it. She'd need to soothe Dash's no-doubt badly worn throat before she could feed her...

War had no intention of wasting time either. Leaping forwards, he covered Rarity's alabaster body with his own crimson, aiming his thick cock - which was getting harder by the second thanks to his metallic cock-ring - squarely at her asshole. Despite his best efforts, however, it failed to tear - and instead gulped up his cockhead and half his shaft like it was no big thing. That's not to say that it didn't hurt - which it did, enough to make Rarity bite her lower lip as she struggled to maintain her concentration - but the muscles there were still softened by Twilight's lengthy tongue-massage, and the insides were still coated by a hot mess of drool and cum.

Of course, had she been a virgin there, she would have fared no better than Rainbow Dash... but she'd spent hours getting her ass reamed by Death during the previous ritual, another hour of Famine doing the same during this one... and at least a couple more hours during the interval having Twilight 'test' her new spell on that once-tiny hole. Tightness was a thing of the past for her ass, and thus, even though it had gone neglected for the past couple of hours, her sphincter was more than willing to accommodate its largest-ever visitor - stretching, but not breaking.

But the greater challenge to said sphincter was still to come, as War stepped further forwards, pushing more of his shaft into her. He stopped just before the spikes made contact, grinning as he felt her body trembling below him. Would she run away as soon as she felt the bite of those spikes, or would it take a few more jabs? Either way, he'd soon enough be back at work, tearing apart the body and spirit of that cute little pegasus he'd picked. With a whinny, he pulled back as far as his haunches would allow, ensuring maximum run-up to the first impact.

Rarity's tautly-stretched sphincter had no give left to offer for the incoming spikes. 14 tiny points of pain penetrated the sensitive tissue, sending spikes of pure agony shooting through Rarity's body. The light on her horn fizzled and died as the pain consumed her thoughts, leaving the by-then empty milk-bottle to crash to the ground with a shattering noise. A drawn-out shriek whistled out between her tightly-clenched teeth. And yet... her legs did not budge. Her ass remained where it was, absorbing the punishing blow without flinching away.

As War pulled back for another thrust, leaving 14 tiny, bleeding holes in her sphincter, the light on her horn lit again, and a cupcake levitated out of the basket and towards Rainbow Dash's open mouth. With a snort, he put some extra muscle behind the next thrust. He could tell that the spikes had only just buried their tips - once he REALLY got them in there, the pain would send her screaming away, for sure.

It took five more increasingly violent thrusts before the spikes' full length was embedded in Rarity's sphincter - nearly an inch of cold, hard metal for each. He'd even made sure that the spikes were square instead of rounded, so they would inflict more pain. But that white unicorn was still underneath him - he couldn't even claim that she's pulled away in the slightest! Her legs were standing stubbornly, shaking but still holding, keeping her ass pressed up against the spikes as he left his cock in full penetration for a bit.

And she was still feeding her friend! The levitation-fields she was using to move things around flickered visibly as eddies of pain shot through her, but still she carried on, pushing some kind of muesli-bar into the pegasus' open mouth, and following it with half a bottle of apple-juice. Annoyed, he started moving again, while subtly twisting his cockring to ensure that the spikes would dig into fresh tissue on each thrust instead of just burying themselves in the same holes. That way, the blood from the first set of puncture-wounds would keep flowing, lubricating his cock for faster thrusting!

But even as War redoubled his efforts to inflict pain on her in punishment of her stubbornness, she endured. She'd set the food aside, and withdrawn a tin of medical salve from the basket. She'd packed it herself, 'just in case', after getting a close look at the tear in Twilight's sphincter from her first ritual. Now, while pushing the tearing, burning agony assaulting her asshole away from her mind, she applied the salve to Dash's torn sphincter, cleaning the terrible wounds and enabling them to begin healing. The salve was strong stuff - made by Zekora - and the shredded tissue started knitting itself together almost instantly.

Five more minutes passed. Then the five became ten. Dash's body was covered in wounds - starting with those inflicted by those awful hooks! Her labia, her clit and her nipples were all slathered in the salve. Then Rarity started working on the worst of the gashes left by the whip, particularly those on her fleshy ass-cheeks. Finally, she felt that she'd done all she could to help her friend, and allowed her legs to do what they'd been pleading to do for the past fifteen minutes: Collapse.

With a long, drawn-out moan, she slipped off of War's rampaging cock, leaving it streaked with blood as it passed out of her. Grumbling in annoyance, War stepped away from her and looked down to see his handiwork. Sure enough, her ass was a bloody mess - her sphincter practically one big wound. He would have expected a proper toy - thoroughly broken - to withstand an assault like that without complaint, but this one... she shouldn't have been able to stand up to such pain, certainly not for that long!

He looked over at the blue pegasus, who still hadn't moved since he'd dropped her there. She was clearly breathing far more easily than before, and most of her wounds had stopped bleeding. He sighed heavily as he contemplated how much of his handiwork had been undone. Still... Famine WAS right about there being one more ritual left. Maybe it would be fun to leave this one with enough of her senses left to spend the next three days in mortal terror, only to return here anyway for the next part of the ritual - driven by her precious loyalty!

Not deigning to waste another look at the tormented unicorn at his feet, he simply pulled the pegasus back into the air by the chains, and moved her in close again, commanding her to clean her friend's blood (and... other stuff) off his cock - and the spikes - with her tongue. She complied, as always, without hesitation, and a fresh grin lit up his face. When she was done, he'd put the ring of spikes to good use, opening up some fresh wounds on HER sphincter... but not by thrusting wildly, oh no. He'd just put the head in and then order her to back up until she'd thoroughly impaled herself.

Meanwhile, Rarity was dragging herself across the floor, leaving a trail of blood. She didn't trust her legs to hold her just yet, but she couldn't just lie there, either. Inch by inch, she pulled herself towards the spot where Famine was lying, waiting patiently for her. "Done with your break?" he asked evenly as she finally got near. Her voice was shaky as she answered. "Yes... I'm sorry I took so long. And... thank you for helping me out there. He never would have agreed to let me help Rainbow Dash if you hadn't intervened."

He shrugged, wiry muscles rippling under his tight, black coat. "I'm sure you'll find some way to repay me..." Then he pulled himself upright, and glanced across her body. "Your ass is a mess. Why don't you use some of that clever wound-salve on it?" The grin she made at this actually seemed halfway genuine. "Well... I would, but I'm rather afraid I've already used it all up." Famine's eyebrows shot up, and he looked over at the blue Pegasus, already being tormented afresh by his sadistic younger brother. Whatever repairs she'd made would soon be wrecked anew, or replaced with fresh damage. But she probably knew that too. And still she'd used everything she had to comfort her friend, saving nothing for herself.

"So beautiful, generosity is... and so foolish." He whispered to himself, so low that even Rarity could not hear. Then he grinned at her, and spoke up again. "Well, that's your business. Now, I believe I promised you a solid penetration and a good, hard fucking when you got back from your break, didn't I?" She nodded absently, eyes straying towards his swaying cock. A nice, strong orgasm was just what she needed right now, to wash away the pain... then, she froze in her tracks. While she'd been running around on her 'break', Famine had spent all his time lying down... on top of a large puddle of his own cum. On a stone floor that hadn't been washed except by rain in a millennia. The entire shaft was covered in slime and grime - there were even a few twigs clinging to it here and there.

"Well?" he challenged. "Lift up your ass for me. You wanted to repay me for helping you out, didn't you?" She shivered at the thought of that disgusting thing entering one of her sweet holes - indeed, if he took her in the ass again, the wounds she'd suffered there would surely be infected! But of course, she complied, forcing her hind legs to once again lift her rear into a more accessible position. She felt his mass loom above her, and thought she could almost feel the heat of his cockhead right behind her bloodied asshole.

Then he lowered his head next to hers, a hungry grin on his face. "Say, my dear little pony..." he intoned, his voice mockingly serious. "I rather feel like fucking your ass. Hard. For the rest of the night, maybe. Would... that be okay? I mean, you DO owe me a favor, after all..." Rarity winced. She'd thought as much. She knew he was playing with her, but... what could she do? There was really only one thing she could say under these circumstances. Like he'd said himself, when arguing with War on her behalf, all she could do was... play along.

"Oh... of course. Go right ahead." She was forcing the words out through clenched teeth, but he pretended not to notice. "Are you sure? I wouldn't want to inconvenience you, or anything... I mean, all I really did was convince an unstoppable force of violence, hatred and sadism to back off long enough for you to heal and feed your exhausted, badly-wounded friend." His teeth were glimmering in his jet-black face as he dripped fake sincerity, while hers were grinding together so hard, she was afraid they might crack from the pressure. "Oh no, I insist. It's... no bother at all. Please, do go ahead and fuck my ass - all night, if you feel like it. No need to hold back."

He lifted his head. "Oh, well, if you insist. I suppose I'll go right on ahead, then." She braced herself for the incoming agony, and felt him shift his weight behind her. Then, to her enormous surprise, she felt something rough and slimy push its way into her still-wet pussy. "I'll just rinse it off a bit first, I think. I'm sure you don't mind." She could only gasp as she felt him slide in deeper. Her pussy had been achingly empty for HOURS, and while she'd enjoyed a number of anal orgasms since then, it just wasn't quite the same.

His cock was rough with grit and dirt, and she could feel the tiny twigs stuck to it scratching against her inner walls. She could feel cold, slimy sperm - most of which had probably emerged from her or Twilight's womb at some point - being rubbed off on her labia. From above, she could smell the stale cum clinging to his underside, and feel occasional drops of it falling on her back. It was one of the most disgusting things she'd ever felt. And it gave her the most intense orgasms she'd ever had.

Perhaps, objectively speaking, it wasn't any greater than any of the other climaxes she'd experienced since first joining Twilight Sparkle in the 'rituals'. But this time, she'd started from a much lower baseline - her rear end was a mass of agony and blood, her rump STILL stung from the spanking she'd received earlier, and she'd just consigned herself to spending the rest of the evening in even greater pain (and probably get some nasty, infected wounds on her sphincter out of it.) Now, instead, she was soaring to rest on an orgasmic cloud. The endorphins filling her brain washed away the pain, and the blinding pleasure gave her the means to escape from a painful reality. Eagerly, she thrust back against him, and once again her voice started acting on its own, calling out for him to push that disgusting, filthy cock of his deeper inside her...

Applejack was the only one who heard her - both Rainbow Dash and Twilight were too far gone, in pain and pleasure respectively. But she was still standing - literally. A minute earlier, Death had finally released her from her 'punishment', and she now had her hooves on the ground again. Her entire rear end was basically one big mess of bruises, mostly red with bits of purple mixed in here and there. Ever since her 'break', the paddles had started moving around more, hitting her hiney from different angles, making sure not an inch of her rear went un-spanked. She still wasn't sure if that was better or worse than them just pounding away endlessly on the same two spots - but she DID know that she could barely walk, and that she wouldn't be sitting down anytime soon. Oh, and that her puss was drooling more than ever.

Death, meanwhile, had stopped thrusting, and seemed to be just resting on top of Twilight. For once, she wasn't complaining about it, either. Maybe because - judging by the growing bulge on her abdomen - the big stallion was busy filling her womb with his cum, and she was just relishing that. Or maybe she was just too tired to say anything after spending nearly two hours having non-stop orgasms. "Well, my little pony..." the stallion said pleasantly, while gesturing for her to approach. "You've handled your punishment with aplomb - I trust you're ready to resume your work underneath me?"

She nodded, eager to once again feel his thick, hard cock teasing her pussy to climax after climax. He grinned, and started stepping backwards, pulling his shaft out of Twilight's tightly-clutching snatch inch by inch, finally eliciting a low moan from her. Then he stopped, with only his cockhead still inside - making her labia bulge outwards as they clung to it - and lowered his head next to hers, whispering in a voice too low for Applejack to pick up. "I sense you learned a new spell since last we met... use it now."

Twilight's head perked up, her eyes still dazed, and as Death pulled out the last bit of the way - leaving her pussy gaping hungrily - her horn began to glow in its usual purplish hue. There was a flash underneath her, and suddenly a long, thick, hard cock was dangling there, stunning Applejack. "What in tarnation..." she mumbled, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. Death just chuckled. "If you recall, my dear... Applejack, wasn't it? Before I sent you to learn a lesson, I told you that I'd get you what you desired - a nice, hard fucking right in your tight little pussy. I never said I'D be the one to give it, though. Now, why don't you rest your legs for a bit and just let the princess here have her way with you, hmm?"

Her legs hadn't really been very steady since spending all that time magically restrained, and the shock of seeing her old friend stalk towards her, licking her lips hungrily as desire lit up her eyes made them swiftly collapse under her. Then Twilight was on her, moving far faster and nimbler than AJ would've expected her to be able to after this much time spent enduring the ritualistic ordeal. The shaft swinging under her belly, while still somewhat smaller than those wielded by the stallions, was still grossly oversized for her body - particularly the large, swollen-looking pair of testicles dangling between her hind legs, looking much tighter and firmer than the stallion's swinging sacks. She got a good look at it as Twilight jumped over her head, clearly with designs on her rear. There even was a small, black ring piercing it, right at the point where the shaft hit the ball-sack.

Then, Twilight was behind her - and in the next second, on top of her. In her current position - all four legs folded beneath her - her pussy was quite close to the ground... but then, so was her friend's low-hanging she-cock. She felt the large, flat head prodding at her labia, and however confused and uncertain SHE was, her pussy had no such doubts. It opened eagerly to welcome the long-awaited visitor into its moist halls.

She was cumming on her friend's cock before it had even finished its first full penetration - hours of horniness saved up from ass-fucking and spanking, waiting unreleased for the slightest stimulation to set it off. By the time that first, blinding orgasm ebbed enough for her to notice ANYTHING again, she could feel Twilight's pelvis mashing into her tenderized ass-cheeks, her rough-textured sheath stimulating the first couple of inches of her vagina, her balls resting against her upper thighs, and... something cool and metallic resting against her clit. Then, she felt another, greater presence looming above her, as the pale stallion landed on top of the intertwined pair.

Death's cock, soaked in Twilight's plentiful pussy-juices, head caked in his own sperm, sought the purple pony's asshole - and easily found it. The tight little hole had been left unmolested until then, but nonetheless seemed to open up before the intruder without complaint. Twilight groaned with pleasure as she felt the familiar sensation of her lower intestine stretching to accommodate a hot, hard intrusion, flexing her hips in response as if she was trying to drive even more of her own cock into Applejack - however futile such a gesture was, what with her essentially being buried to the root already.

The pale stallion wasted no time setting the rhythm, and Twilight wasted even less following it. As Death thrust into her, she would pull out of Applejack and bring her rear up to meet him, begging him to fuck her deeper and harder. When he pulled out, she'd push forwards, spearing into Applejack's wet cunny, making the earth-pony below her shudder in pleasure and ensuring the longest possible stroke-length for her own ass.

Within half a dozen thrusts, Twilight's hungry ass had swallowed his sheath as well, pushing back against him until his balls swung forwards to hit hers. Her ass was tight and hot around him, seemingly molded specifically for his cock - which was not too far from the truth, seeing as he was the one who'd first explored its depths, and opened the fissure in her sphincter that now ensured that she could easily handle his full girth. Grinning broadly, he paced himself into a smooth, powerful rhythm - settling in for the long haul. He could go for hours like this without slowing, and that was exactly what he intended to do.

As for Twilight, she was experiencing multiple simultaneous orgasms, all by herself. Starting when Death had first torn open her ass for his use, she'd progressed rapidly towards the point where she could have anal orgasms without other stimulation - and during the interval between the rituals, she'd attained it - thanks to some practice with her magically-summoned dildos. Now she was enjoying the fruits of those labors, as the fierce anal penetration sent repeated climaxes rolling powerfully across her all by itself.

But at the same time, her magically-summoned dick was surrounded by the smooth, wet heat of Applejack's pussy, and her equally-unnatural balls were practically churning with cum. She'd already sprayed her first load into AJ's womb, and found that the 'male' orgasm didn't just blend together with her 'female' orgasms, but rather seemed to just pile on top of it.

Moving like a pony possessed, she was bouncing back and forth between two bodies, creating increasingly slimy-sounding noises as she joyously explored this new tier of orgasmic pleasure. And Applejack? Squeezed beneath two powerful, horny bodies, she could do nothing but lie there and take it. Her friend's inexplicable cock pounding her pussy, cum dripping out alongside the thrusting shaft, a cold metal object slamming into her clit with every stroke... climax after climax rolled through her, finally enabling her to properly reach the same orgasmic trance that Rarity and Twilight had both been exploring since the second ritual.

Speaking of Rarity, she was exploring all-new sources of pleasure. Famine's cock - covered in sand, grit, stray hairs and other residue - was stimulating the insides of her pussy like nothing she'd ever imagined. It hurt as the various granules were buffeted around, grinding into the soft and tender tissue - but it was a GOOD kind of hurt. It was almost like a sudden enlightenment - suddenly, she understood why the painful spanking she'd endured at the hands of Death had made her hornier, and why the perpetual pain in her perforated anus was doing nothing to curtail her desires.

Even now, the continued motion in the area was preventing the small but deep puncture-wounds around her sphincter from closing up. Drops of blood were flowing from it, adding further lubrication to Famine's shaft. It hurt. Famine had cum repeatedly, filling her womb to overflowing, stretching it open like a balloon. It hurt. A continuous flow of the thick goo was squeezing its way out through her cervix due to the pressure, making its way back along the shaft - adding further movement to the debris that had been shoveled inside of her. It hurt.

But... it was a GOOD kind of hurt. The kind that made her orgasms all the stronger, and all the sweeter. Through her moans, she called to him to fuck her harder, hurt her more... to defile her body as much as he could. Her friends were all too far gone to hear - or, rather, register - her words, but the stallions heard them. Famine's hungry grin was wider than ever - he was developing a real liking for this one. So pretty, so ladylike, but with such a foul mouth once she got going. He kind of felt like giving her a little... present.

The spell he'd used on the princess wouldn't do, though. Magic that complex wouldn't stick to anything less than an alicorn. Ah, but that punched-up asshole of hers made for an interesting alternative. And her copiously-flowing juices had already just about washed all the scum off of his cock. It really was about time that he carried through with his little declaration from earlier. With a few sharp, swift thrusts, he reached another orgasm, and as he shot one more load of thick hot cum into the little unicorn, he weaved some of his magic into it. The power of Famine - of deprivation, starvation, and endless hunger.

Then, he stopped moving, and waited for his flared cockhead to collapse. If he pulled out of her like this, the broad ridge of the flare would drag all the crap he'd deposited in her pussy back out with it, somewhat defying the purpose of this little 'rinse-off'. She was groaning underneath him, begging him to keep fucking her - to hurt her more. She'd soon get her wish, he thought with a giggle as his flare finally went down. In a swift move - and a half-dancing step backwards - his shaft had been withdrawn from her (by now rather messy) snatch. Quickly, he set his aim a bit higher, and jumped forwards again.

The bedraggled sphincter gave little resistance. Even if his cock hadn't been covered in her own juices, the blood that had gathered in the middle of it would have provided sufficient lubrication. As it parted to allow him access, tormented nerves were stretched anew, half-healed wounds were pulled wide open, and javelins of pain shot through her body. Yes, it was undeniably painful... and yet, at the same time, the most glorious thing she'd ever felt.

As her ass swallowed down his cock, accommodating inch after inch, she felt as if she'd just taken a cool drink after a long, hot day at work. Like she'd gulped down a gourmet meal after days of starvation. Like a missing piece in the puzzle that was herself had just been slotted into place. His hot cock, deep in her innards, didn't just feel good - it felt RIGHT. It BELONGED there. And she did not ever want it to leave.

Famine felt her shiver with desire underneath him, and his giggle turned into a full-bodied, raspy chortle. The spell he'd just shot into her along with his last cum-load had certainly worked. There were, after all, many kinds of starvation. He had simply 'blessed' her with a perpetually hungry tailhole. She'd never again feel entirely sated, entirely complete, without something long, hot and hard stretching open her rear. Her empty asshole would groan for constant attention like an empty stomach or a parched throat might.

And thus, despite her wounded sphincter, despite the blood and the pain, she eagerly pushed her body back against his. Already, he could feel her contracting around him as the orgasms she'd experienced while he cleaned his cock off in her cunt continued with renewed intensity. He licked his lips. Oh, he'd fuck her ass all night long - he'd fuck it bloody and ragged, and she'd thank him for it. She'd praise his name with every agonizing thrust. Heh. In the end, Death was right - just fucking these ponies wasn't nearly as much fun as fucking with their HEADS at the same time.

The entire room was settling into a routine. Over the next several hours, Famine continued to grind Rarity's ass, and thanks to the ragged conditions of her sphincter, the numerous loads he deposited inside her found it easy to escape and join the spreading, slightly-pink puddle around them. Death continued to ride Twilight Sparkle's ass, while she continued to ride Applejack's pussy - unbeknownst to either of the later two, Twilight's spell had transferred the load of cum held in her womb at the time of her transformation, directly to her newly-added testicles. Thanks to this added reserve, she was able to carry on for much longer than she'd normally be able to, repeatedly blasting cum - both home-made and borrowed - into AJ's unresisting uterus.

Only War was really changing things up at all, varying his torments of Rainbow Dash every half hour or so. Whipping, caning, suspension, spikes and hooks rammed through sensitive points, and plenty of hard fucking in every available orifice, usually with the spiky cock-ring included. To his annoyance, however, War found that even as he inflicted new wounds on her, they didn't bleed much, and seemed to begin healing almost immediately. Most of her body had been covered in the healing salve, blunting the physical impact of the torture... though he comforted himself with the knowledge that she was still FEELING every ounce of it.

He also comforted himself by applying several of his hook-tipped chains to her sphincter, attaching about a dozen or so around the periphery, and using them to pull it wide open whenever he wasn't busy fucking it. Nopony knew more about wounds and their long-term effects than War, and he felt confident that even the healing salve wouldn't prevent the consequences of this. If the tissue was continuously stretched and distorted while healing, it would remain so... leaving this little filly with an abnormally large and unusually sensitive asshole. Maybe she could compare notes with her friend, the white unicorn, about who got the rawest deal.

Eventually, amongst the three stallions and their prey, something had to give. And as it turned out, that something was Twilight's magically-induced cock. Even with the added supply of (highly magically infused) sperm she'd borrowed from Death, she was still just a mortal, and her sexual stamina had limits. Panting and wheezing from the lengthy exertion, she finally came to a rest on top of Applejack, her shaft still semi-hard within the earth-pony. Thanks to her state of constant arousal, her erection simply refused to disappear completely, even if her balls were completely drained for now.

Her exhaustion did not go unnoticed by Death. He'd greatly enjoyed the feeling of her ass grasping at his cock as it pistoned in and out for the past several hours, even if he'd only allowed himself to climax once during that time. He now released his restraint again, sending a second load into the depths of Twilight's ass as he contemplated his next move. Thanks to the time-twisting power he could wield when together with two of his brothers, this unnaturally-extended night still had quite a few hours left in it. More time to fill with different types of debauchery.

While contemplating this, he noticed his younger brother, War, gesturing at him with one of his wings. Then he pointed at the lavender alicorn who'd collapsed beneath him. Death gave his younger brother a pointed glare as if to say "Fine, you can play with my favorite toy, but if you break it, there'll be hell to pay." When you've existed for as long as the world itself, you can raise nonverbal communication to an art-form.

With a sigh, Death began backing up, pulling his still-flared cockhead out of Twilight's tightly-clutching asshole. The back of the flare scooped up a lot of the leftover cum from his first climax, churned together with the juice and slime of her intestines by the endless thrusting. He considered the gooey results with a brief grin, before lowering his head next to Twilight's. She was only slowly responding to the sudden removal of her source of anal pleasure, eyes trying to focus as she attempted to get her legs back under her. With an obscene sound, she pulled her semi-stiffie out of Applejack's overflowing pussy, and staggered back while looking up at him.

"Well, Twilight, it's been fun... but it seems my brother, War, requires your presence now. Run along - I will take care of your orange friend for you." A gesture with one of his wings, dry bones rattling amongst the feathers, pointed her towards the spot where War was busy tormenting the blue pegasus he'd picked. With an absent-minded expression, Twilight trundled towards it, her cock dragging behind her like a downcast tail. Her actual tail, of course, was still glued to her back with dried cum, ensuring that her asshole - by now crimson around the edges from wear and tear, gaping wide open and dripping cum - remained on display and fully available.

Death then glanced down on Applejack, who was also slowly pulling herself together. "Well, little earth-pony..." he intoned pleasantly. "It seems like my tool is in need of another cleaning. Let's see if you learned something last time, hmm?" The memory of the hour-long spanking she'd received earlier - the impact of which remained quite visible on her buttocks - washed over her, and she shuddered. She couldn't disappoint him again.

Her nostrils flared as she lifted her head close to his cockhead - a cockhead which had spent several hours in the depths of Twilight's ass. The smell was thick on it, as was the layer of cum mixed with... other stuff. But fortunately, after the many orgasms that had washed over her courtesy of that very same Twilight, her mind felt pleasantly numb. The idea of what she was about to do no longer seemed so horrid; the nausea didn't rise in her throat as it had before, and she wasn't instinctively shying away from the tainted tool. Feeling half-divorced from her own actions, she started licking the thick layer of gunk off the tip, working her way back along the shaft towards the dangling ball-sack.

As Twilight Sparkle approached War, the sight of what he was currently doing to Rainbow Dash was enough to penetrate her post-orgasmic daze. Dash's hind legs were on the ground, but her front legs were chained up behind her back, and the front of her body was being held up by chains wrapped around her wings. Meanwhile, the chains dangling from her nipples, clit and tongue had seemingly attached themselves to the floor below her, and pulled taut.

And, of course, War was standing over her, driving his shaft into her pussy with punishing thrusts, pushing her body forwards with each one. The chains around her legs and wings were slack enough to allow that. The chains attached to her most sensitive points... weren't. Every stroke pulled them away from her body, leaving visible gaps above the hooks that seemed to threaten to tear the various sensitive nubs of flesh right off of her. Wincing at the sight, Twilight felt a rising sense of panic push away the clouds of pleasure that hung heavily on her mind.

War noticed her approach and grinned down at her, slowing and then stopping his thrusts. "Ahhh... the princess appears before me again. Twilight, wasn't it? The night is wearing on, and I believe I promised you a chance to... show me your gratitude for the service I did your brother and sister." Twilight swallowed, feeling determination rise to conquer her panic. Shining Armor and Cadence were two of the ponies she cared most about in the world, and in his own cruel way, War HAD saved them... and she felt darkly certain that if she didn't 'show her gratitude' properly, he could probably un-save them again, despite the ritual.

So she nodded, steeling herself. "I am ready to do whatever you wish me to." War's smile broadened, and he backed up to pull his long shaft out of Dash's body. He was still wearing the spiky cockring, its tips glistening with blood. "Good, good... see, I was just watching that splendid little scene you were performing with my older brother back there. And you know, I rather liked the sight of it - so I'd like to try it myself."

As he talked, Rainbow Dash's restraints reconfigured themselves: Her wings were bound tightly to her body, her forelegs were pulled out from behind her back and chained down to the ground to give her a proper footing, and the chains attached to her nipples and clit rose from the ground, spinning themselves together until they turned into dangling, octagonal weights - just like the one attached to her own clit. Or, well, ballsack, at the moment. The chain attached to Dash's tongue, meanwhile, expanded sideways and turned into a bit-gag.

The new position also gave her a chance to notice several short, hooked chains surrounding Dash's asshole, cruelly pulling open her sphincter to show off the undulating, badly-worn intestine inside. As she watched, the hooks released the bleeding flesh and the chains pulled away, disappearing from sight. Even released, the tortured orifice only half-closed, and blood was dripping from the wounds left by the hooks.

"Well?" Said War's crackling voice. "Go right ahead. I'll be... right behind you." She winced. Her half-stiff cock was only losing firmness faster now that she had a good view of what torments Rainbow Dash had undergone. Of course, War had noticed that to. "Hmm? What is this? Trouble performing? Oh, don't worry - I can help you with that!" Cold metal chains were suddenly wrapping around her shaft, making the panic rise in her throat again. More and more of them, it felt like, until they covered her entire tool save the head. Then, the feeling of the countless tiny chain-links against her sensitive cock-skin changed, becoming briefly indistinct and then taking on a feel more like cloth... very TIGHT cloth.

Looking below her flanks, she saw that her shaft - right from the ballsack onwards, including the sheath - had been covered in what looked like a tight, black leather tube covered in metallic studs. Only the head was exposed. The tightness was cutting off the circulation of blood, forcing her cock to harden fully again - but she was far more worried about the studs. They were scattered across the entire surface of the thing in a geometric pattern, and each of them were shaped like a short, blunt, very wide spike. Even if they were each less than half an inch high, the overall effect of them all, inside the tight confines of a pony's orifice, would be agonizing.

But... she didn't have a choice. Even if she refused to cooperate, War would just go back to torturing poor Rainbow Dash without her. At least she could try to be as gentle as possible when SHE did it. Putting one hoof in front of the other, she walked dejectedly towards the restrained, blindfolded Dash and jumped on her rear, steering the torturous instrument surrounding her cock towards the pegasus' still-open, recently-fucked pussy.

"Oh, no, no..." came War's voice from behind her, crackling like a forest-fire. "I just got done with that hole. I couldn't possibly offer a PRINCESS 'sloppy seconds'. Noooo. You take her ass. Please, go ahead, don't be shy..." Twilight winced again, her face twitching slightly, but she did as she was ordered, lifting her cockhead and pointing it at Dash's battered sphincter. The head in question was flared despite her being nowhere near cumming, due to the restrained blood-flow - but it still slipped in easily, the sphincter offering no resistance whatsoever. Nor did Rainbow Dash say a peep at what had to be a painful intrusion.

Dancing forwards on her rear legs, Twilight reluctantly began pushing her shaft inside, the metal studs grinding cruelly across the already-injured sphincter, and into a lower intestine that wasn't much better off. Fortunately, the angle was problematic, giving her an excuse to go slow - with Rainbow Dash standing, her tailhole was high enough that it was somewhat awkward for Twilight's low-swinging tool to reach at all.

But of course, War had taken this into consideration too. While watching the reluctant penetration, he licked his lips and reshaped his cock-ring - moving it down to the base of his sheath, and altering the configuration of the spikes. By the time he was done, Twilight had managed to insert maybe half her leather-covered shaft, and was standing on tippy-hooves to manage even that much. Positioning himself above them, he looked down at her conflicted little face, and once again filled his voice with fake concern. "Oh, it looks like the angle of entry is giving you some trouble! Here, let me help you with that..."

Bending his knees, he angled himself to hit her rear hole despite her current, sharply-angled position, and thrust upwards. His cock was still coated in the pegasus' juices, and her asshole was still half-open and dripping cum from Death's earlier ride. He slid in easily despite his girth, thanks in no small part to the tear in her sphincter, and as she moaned in surprise at the sudden stimulation, he quickly slid his hooves forwards for a better position and pushed his shaft the rest of the way in.

His cockhead bounced off the top of her lower intestine, even as her sphincter reached the base of his sheath - just as he'd calculated. And as soon as she made contact with the cold metal of his cockring, he pulled just SLIGHTLY out, and activated it. The spikes had been turned into hooks, poised around the edge of it, and now they swung forwards. The rough hide of his sheath had ensured enough friction to pull her sphincter outwards with it, and now the hooks pierced through it in a dozen places.

Twilight squealed in pleasure. Even in her current precarious situation, she couldn't deny the delight of having a hard cock up her ass, and getting her sphincter stimulated so powerfully to boot. She wasn't sure exactly what had just happened behind her, mind, but she was fairly certain it would've been rather painful, had she been capable of feeling such things. Presumably, it was just that spiky cockring of his again.

Then she found out otherwise as War straightened his legs, lifting her hooves off the ground and leaving her suspended on his erection. This, of course, gave HER metal-studded erection a straight shot at Dash's ass, and War immediately took advantage of this, jumping forwards in a powerful thrust that impaled the rest of Twilight's shaft into Dash in a single stroke. A low moan escaped from around the pegasus' bit, but otherwise she was silent.

"See? This is much better..." grunted War from above. Then he pulled back, and thanks to the hooks embedded in Twilight's sphincter, she was pulled back with him, tearing nearly the entirety of her leather-covered shaft out of Dash's slackened rear orifice. Her hind legs dangled uselessly as he once again pushed forwards, mashing her body into Rainbow Dash's and forcing her cock inside straight to the root. "Of course, since I'm not actually moving inside YOU, there's no way I'll reach a climax this way..." War said, almost conversationally. "So I suppose we'll just have to keep going 'till YOU cum in HER."

Only the numbing effect of a rising orgasm sparked by the rough treatment of her ass, prevented Twilight from breaking down in tears at that. She'd utterly emptied her balls inside Applejack earlier, and the leather tube her cock was stuck in denied it most of the stimulation it should've received from Rainbow Dash's ass. Only the head was feeling anything. Heck, considering the tightness of the tube, just cumming through it would be hard, requiring more pressure than normally.

She didn't know how long it'd take for her magically-summoned tackle to reach that point... but it would almost certainly be a LONG time. And until then, she was stuck there - buffeted between two bodies, helpless, being used as a torture-tool on one of her best friends. The metal studs would tear up Rainbow Dash's ass from top to bottom, and the blood would be on her hooves... or, rather, her cock.

And so, time passed - slowly, as if trying to silently sneak past the reality-warping powers of the three stallions. Applejack finished tongue-washing Death's cock, and then found it lodged in her throat as he spent the next hour and a half getting her accustomed to deepthroating. While tempted to finish by depositing his load directly into her stomach, however, he decided to give her some more 'practice' and pulled out far enough to instead fill her mouth, coating her tongue in his cum for minutes as she desperately swallowed.

When she proved her skill by successfully gulping down every last drop of it without coughing any up, however, he decided to throw her a bone and switched to her pussy. Even though he was noticeably wider than Twilight - its last visitor - her labia opened eagerly around his girth. Soon she was moaning on the ground again, panting as orgasm after orgasm rolled over her, not even noticing that her bladder had given up under the pressure and emptied itself down her thighs.

Rarity was in a similar situation, lost in an endless flow of pleasure as Famine continued to tirelessly ram his raging hard-on into her battered anus hour after hour. Though he wasn't putting any pressure on her bladder, she was too far gone in ecstasy to control it herself, and a stream of golden urine splattered noisily into the pool of slightly-pink cum that had been growing around their hooves.

Rainbow Dash was the only pony there who didn't have a full bladder at this point, mostly because the constant torture hadn't allowed her to control it since a few hours into the ordeal. She'd pissed herself several times over the course of the torture, always drawing a laugh from War when it happened. But Twilight was another matter. Thanks to Famine's 'gift', all the pussy-juice and cum she'd ingested over the course of the ritual had been digested and metabolized, leaving her with a surplus of energy that kept her conscious and alert despite her fatigue... and also left her with a rock-hard, straining bladder.

Which was being mashed between War's rampaging cock and Rainbow Dash's pelvic bone with every thrust. And the frequent anal orgasms that rolled over her weren't making things easier, either. But she knew better than to ask War for a potty-break, and despite her desperate attempts to hold it in, she finally lost control. The pee burned as it made its way through her tightly-constrained shaft, and it emerged from the tip of her cock as a high-pressure stream, the hissing sound of it hitting the intestinal walls audible even through Dash's body.

Dash groaned through the bit, and Twilight winced at the thought of what the acidic urine would feel like in the countless scratches that had to be covering her lower intestine by now. Above them, War laughed, feeling and hearing exactly what had happened. He never slowed his movements, either, ceaselessly thrusting his pony-shaped sex-toy in and out of the blue pegasus even as the piss continued to flow.

It took nearly another hour from the point where she'd emptied her bladder, before her balls had built up enough of a load for her to force it out through her compacted urethra. By then, both Applejack and Rarity had entirely checked out, their exhausted brains barely buzzing as Death and Famine continued pounding their fatigued, unresisting bodies. Rainbow Dash arguably hadn't been mentally present since somewhere near the beginning of the seemingly-endless night.

Twilight had fluttered in and out of a state of orgasmic trance several times over the duration of the night, and now she was seeking a return to it with great determination. She could feel that she was ready to cum, but the stark knowledge of what she was doing to Rainbow Dash was keeping her from reaching a 'male' orgasm despite the constant stimulation of her by-then hypersensitive cockhead.

But War was still working her ass over, in his own way. The pain that SHOULD have resulted from his cruel treatment of her sphincter was turned to pleasure by Death's blessing, and the feeling of his huge, hard cock filling out her ass was erotic in itself, even if it was barely moving an inch back and forth on every stroke. Letting her breathing become deep and regular, she focused on the pleasure radiating from her ass, letting it fill her as another anal orgasm ran shivering up her spine.

As she let the pleasure consume her, the world around her faded away, and the tight feeling around her cock became far more important than the exact details surrounding it. It still took several more thrusts to reach the peak, but finally, she came - spraying a high-pressure jet of thin, watery spunk into Dash's ass while rising to that by-now familiar pleasure-on-top-of-pleasure state. War felt it too - the way her body bucked under him as she came. With a sigh, he mentally commanded the hooks encircling his cockring to release her sphincter from their cruel grasp, and stepped backwards - finally pulling his shaft out of Twilight.

For a few seconds, Twilight just laid on top of Rainbow Dash, her hind legs hanging loosely, her ass gaping (and bleeding), and her leather-encased cock still embedded within her friend. Then, she slid backwards, tumbling to the ground and pulling the metal-studded shaft out in the process. The leather and studs were smeared with blood, piss, cum, and probably some other stuff. War chuckled at the sight, then animated the chains surrounding the pegasus again, lifting her around to face them. He pushed her face down towards the cruelly-studded shaft while letting the bit in her mouth shrink back into a simple tongue-stud. "Clean it." He then ordered.

Rainbow Dash complied instantly, her tongue dancing up the shaft, circling around every stud. The blindfold was still covering her eyes, but she seemingly had more than enough experience with this act by now to do it by feel. Twilight, utterly exhausted and still coming down from her brief visit to the heavenly, orgasmic fields, could only lie there and watch her friend clean the instrument of her torture.

When Dash was finished, War ordered her to continue her labor on HIS cock, and then glanced down at Twilight. "Well, you've repaid your debt for now. It's been a pleasure." As he spoke, the leather cock-sheath unraveled itself into a cloud of thin chains again, and disappeared into the tangle that hung from his armor. She could only nod as she pulled her exhausted body back on its hooves, and staggered away. The last thing she saw before War left her field of view was a fresh tangle of hooked chains arching from his armor, towards Dash's still-bleeding asshole. Shivering, Twilight dispelled her magically-summoned cock, feeling her familiar old pussy return.

She wasn't really sure what to do at this point. Now that she'd come down from her climax, the thought of what she'd had to do to Rainbow Dash weighted heavily on her mind. She needed some proper, untainted orgasms to escape back to that delightful pleasure-trance where nothing mattered and no memories haunted her.

With no clear goal in mind, she'd found herself wandering over to Death, who was still busily fucking Applejack's brains out. He didn't stop his thrusts as she drew near, but just grinned down at her. "Ah, you're back... well, I'm afraid I'm rather too busy to help you out right now." A tired moan of pleasure from Applejack confirmed his statement, and his grin widened. "But I DO understand that you have... needs. Tell you what..."

He gestured towards Famine with one pale wing. "My brother's leaving quite a mess behind, isn't he? Start drinking up what he's left behind - as long as you're doing that, I'll let you pleasure yourself in any way you want." Licking her lips as she remembered the way her telekinetic constructs could simultaneously pleasure her pussy, ass and clit, she followed the gesture.

Whether by design or by accident, Famine (and Rarity) had spent most of the night doing what they were doing in a slight hollow in the floor, where the flagstones had collapsed due to some minor damage to the stonework. This hollow first turned into a puddle, then a pond, and was now something that could be charitably described as a small lake. In the center, it was nearly deep enough to cover Rarity's hooves entirely.

It was the product of dozens and dozens of Famine's always-copious cum-shots, most of them having been shot into Rarity's ass only to filter back out around her bleeding sphincter. As a result, it had a decidedly pinkish tinge to it, with some areas tending more towards yellowish or brownish. Twilight carefully prevented her brain from contemplating the exact implications of this, and simply staggered towards it before collapsing on the 'shore'. Rarity paid her no attention, too absorbed in her own pleasure and pain, but Famine grinned down at her as she lowered her muzzle into the white slime. "Pestilence is just going to LOVE you, princess..." he whispered at her as he continued to thrust, yet another cum-load bubbling out around his shaft.

She ignored him, and activated her magic. Twin constructs of magic appeared behind her, stallion-sized dildos covered in ridges and nubs, designed for maximum stimulation. Meanwhile, a thin tentacle of magic wove itself through her clit-ring, covering the sensitive nub completely. As the first mouthful of the cum-cocktail slid down her throat, the two constructs dove into her eagerly-waiting orifices and the clit-covering tentacle began its stimulation. The two dildos filled her completely, in both girth and depth - by design - and the tentacle provided a sensation similar to a sucking mouth and a dancing tongue.

Blessedly, the pleasure took her, ushering her back into an orgasmic trance. She barely tasted the slimy mix that passed over her tongue as she continued to drink from the lake, swallowing mouthful after mouthful. As she sucked it up, however, the lake gradually shrunk, forcing her to crawl along after it, leaving a trail of pussy-juice behind like a horny snail. Even as she filled her belly with it, Famine's blessing ensured that it was swiftly digested and metabolized, making room for more...

By the time the horizon began to brighten, and the three stallions lifted their heads, knowing that the ritual was over - for now - the lake had shrunk to a small puddle, right underneath Rarity's rear end. Twilight was still busy lapping away at it, ignoring the steady dribble of cum falling on her face and mane from above. By then, she was the only pony still awake. The other three had already passed out entirely, their dreams haunted by ethereal pleasure as the stallions continued using their unconscious bodies.

Moving almost as one, the three stallions pulled out of the ponies they'd been using so far. For Twilight, this meant a sudden deluge of fresh, hot cum splashing down over her face, refilling the puddle as Rarity's now unblocked ass quickly relieved its pressure. She paid no attention to Famine, his cock shrinking back into its sheath as he walked away, nor did she look up when Death paused briefly beside her. The telekinetic dildos were still grinding in and out of her at a steady pace, the magic flowing uninterrupted from her horn. All the cum she had metabolized provided her with abundant energy to maintain the spell, despite her bone-weary fatigue and mounting sleep deprivation.

"Well, Twilight, you've made it through this ritual as well... in three more nights, the last one will commence, and the Four Stallions of the Apocalypse will be standing together before you. My youngest brother, Pestilence, will join us - and as you might have gathered already, he has a particular passion for the really sick kinks." Twilight made no indication that she'd even heard him. Her magical masturbation simply continued, while her tongue lapped away at the cum-pool.

Rarity's rear end, now lacking a hard cock to keep it upright, collapsed as her hind legs gave out. She never even stirred as her rear landed in the cum-pool, and neither did Twilight. She just kept licking, sucking, swallowing. Death sighed and shook his horned head. He could bring her mind back to full clarity with a spell, but why bother? She'd be there for the last ritual regardless, of that he was certain. With that in mind, he continued walking towards the magic circle where his brothers had already disappeared. Seconds after he had entered it, vanishing like a fleeing shadow, the sun broke over the horizon, its first rays hitting the crumbling stone walls of the castle.

And still, Twilight did not stop. She continued gulping down the warm cum that had just leaked out of Rarity's gaping asshole, and as her friends continued to slumber, she simply kept licking until her tongue found nothing but the flagstones below it. The entire mini-lake was gone. So, naturally, she followed the last few drops back to the source - Rarity's still-open sphincter, its wounds scabbed over at last.

As her tongue touched it, it felt familiar - the scent, the taste, the texture. Her mostly-asleep mind didn't bother thinking further than that. She simply glued her lips to the hole, and stuck her tongue inside to begin mining for the abundant reserves of slimy jizz that still filled that orifice. The reason why she was doing it was long-forgotten. She just knew she had to keep drinking cum, or the pleasure would stop.

She didn't stop until she had - for the second time - thoroughly cleaned Rarity's asshole of sperm. Along the way, she managed to bring Rarity to yet another anal orgasm, which failed to stir her from her exhausted sleep. But when finally Twilight's tongue couldn't find one more morsel of cum inside or outside, finally her mind gave out. The glow on her horn died, the three magical masturbation-aids behind her vanished, and with a tired sigh, she collapsed - her nose practically touching Rarity's pussy as she joined her friends in the land of sleep.

It was well into the night before any of them stirred. Rarity and Applejack tiredly pulled themselves to their hooves, waking up Twilight in the process. Only Rainbow Dash remained asleep. The by-now awake friends didn't exchange many words as they prepared for the journey back to Ponyville. Rarity and Applejack grabbed some much-needed food and drink from the supply-basket, emptying it completely, while Twilight refused to take any of it. "Don't worry about me, girls. I'm feeling anything BUT hungry... probably because of that spell Famine put on me."

Instead, she spent her time checking up on Rainbow Dash. All the chains that had bound her during the previous night were gone, though they'd certainly left their mark - as had the whips and various other instruments of torture. A closer inspection also revealed that she still had small, black rings set in her clit and nipples, similar to the one still stuck in Twilight's own clitoris - and a quick examination of her mouth showed the presence of a small, black tongue-stud.

Twilight had her suspicions about those adornments, but for now, the most important bit of information she gleaned was that Rainbow Dash wasn't in any immediate danger. She had numerous wounds, and her coat was streaked with welts and blood, but she wasn't bleeding anymore and her breathing was still strong. She merely seemed to be extremely exhausted, and was sleeping like a log. Either way, though, it didn't seem like she'd be flying back to Ponyville tonight.

"We'll have to take the land-route, girls." She declared. "Applejack, d'ya think you can still carry Rainbow Dash?" Applejack looked up from the somewhat stale muffin she'd been chewing her way through, swallowed, and nodded. "Sure as pie. I reckon I didn't get it nearly as bad in that ritual as the rest of you - I could still lift y'all together if I had to!" Twilight smiled at her friend's confidence, and the proof that the ordeal they'd been through hadn't changed who they really were. "Okay, then... but don't get overconfident. We've ALL been through a lot, and if you feel your legs shaking, speak up. Me and Rarity can help you carry her with magic if necessary."

And so, the bedraggled bunch set out along the winding dirt path through the Everfree Forest. They were all beyond messy, caked with dried cum and stale sweat, but even Rarity wasn't in a mood to complain about that - though they were all very eager to get home and get a bath. "Everyone should be in their beds by now, anyway." Said Rarity, sounding like she was trying to reassure herself. "And it IS dreadfully dark. We should be able to sneak home without anyone seeing us like this, right?"

Twilight nodded absently. She'd been trying to figure out where, exactly, they should go. Her home at the Golden Oak Library was an obvious choice, but it was also right in the town center, so they'd have to walk through most of Ponyville to get there. Sweet Apple Acres was isolated by the edge of town, but the rest of Applejack's family would be there, and she probably wouldn't want them to see her like this. Rainbow Dash's cloud-mansion was also outside of town, but only a pegasus could get there - or even walk on its floors - so it was no good to them now. Finally, Rarity's home - the Carousel Boutique - was right in the middle of the town's busy shopping-district, making it perhaps the likeliest place to encounter somepony in the middle of the night.

She was still trying to figure out what their best option was when a quiet voice rang out through the silence of the cool night air. "Oh... you all look terrible... what happened to you?" The three ponies froze in their tracks, eyes panning in unison. They'd forgotten how close the ground-path out of Everfree Forest passed by Fluttershy's cottage. Sure enough, there she was, standing next to the path, looking worried and concerned... as usual.

Twilight was still trying desperately to come up with some sort of good explanation for their present state, when Fluttershy angrily shook her head, an expression of determination on her face. "Nevermind that! Come inside, quick! I've got medicine for Rainbow Dash, and you all look like you could use a nice, hot bath..." she was trotting towards her cottage already, and the three of them could only shrug and follow her. It DID solve their problem, after all... somewhat.

No sooner were they inside the isolated cottage, however, than a new problem appeared out of thin air in front of them. "Oooh! Oooh! Where have you all been? Were you at a party? Why didn't you invite me? Did you have fun? What's that you're covered with? What happened to Rainbow Dash? Is she all tuckered out from the party?" Pinkie Pie was in the cottage, literally bouncing off the walls when she saw her friends walk in. Fluttershy attempted to say something over the barrage of questions several times, but to no avail.

Then she fixed Pinkie Pie with a glare that immediately caused the bouncy pony to stop in midair and drop to the floor. "That's better..." she said, in her customary, sweet voice. "I know you're excited to see everyone, but they obviously need help, AND rest, so do settle down... oh, please, just drop Rainbow Dash on the couch there, I'll get the medicine." Applejack obediently followed her directions, depositing the still-unconscious pegasus on the couch. Fortunately, while her coat was soaked with sweat and blood, she was probably still the cleanest of the four ponies, so the couch would probably be all right... after a thorough cleaning.

Fluttershy was pulling bottles and jars out of a closet, and Twilight recognized several of them as being curatives made by Zekora - strong stuff. As she landed with an armful of them, she nodded in the direction of her bath. "You three go get washed up... I need to clean Rainbow Dash's wounds first, but if the rest of you have any injuries, I'll deal with them afterwards." The three of them nodded mutely and headed for the much-needed bath. They knew better than to argue with her when she was like this - however gentle and soft-spoken she might seem, they all knew that their friend had a core of pure steel. When it came to protecting her friends, she didn't back down from anything - including said friends.

Fluttershy had a sizeable bathtub, probably because it occasionally doubled as a swimming-pool for her critter friends, and the three little ponies managed to easily fit in there together. Talking quietly, they tried to decide what to tell Fluttershy (and Pinkie Pie, who'd been sitting exactly where she landed ever since - vibrating with restraint) about the 'ritual'. "It's no good, girls... you know I can't lie worth a damn." Applejack looked dejected. "Even if it's for the best. I mean, I wanna keep them safe from this as much as the rest of you, but there's no way I'll be able to keep a straight face. And Fluttershy knows it. If the rest of you do the talking and I just keep my big yap shut, she'll notice for sure."

At that point, the conversation was interrupted by a pink cannonball hitting the water with a "Wheeee!" Pinkie Pie, having joined the bath, quickly had her arms wrapped around her friends in a group hug. "It's SO GOOD to see you all again! And bathe together! 'cuz we're FRIENDS!" She was grinning ear-to-ear - a customary expression for her - and Twilight despaired at the thought of having to explain what the perverted 'ritual' entailed to the childlike Pinkie and the demure, innocent Fluttershy.

"But you were all gone SO LONG! And we couldn't find you anywhere! I mean, first it was just Twilight disappearing, and then Rarity disappeared too, and now you disappeared along with Dashie and Applejack! Me and Fluttershy have been looking all over the place for you guys ALL DAY, but we couldn't find you, so we came back here and we were gonna have a SLEEPOVER, and tomorrow Fluttershy was going to have all her forest friends help search for you!"

Pinkie Pie's motor-mouth was nothing new, but the three 'disappearing' ponies nonetheless shrank a bit at the mention of how much worry their little adventure had caused. Particularly, Applejack and Rarity remembered the frantic search for Twilight when she first went missing. The thought of having worried their friends in the same way didn't sit well with them.

Pinkie Pie's tirade had ended, and now she was just starring disconcertingly at Applejack. "Umm... somethin' wrong, Pinkie?" AJ asked, grinning nervously. "Yooouuuu... are trying to keep me away from the FUN! But not anymore! You're gonna tell me EVERYTHING tonight!" Pinkie Pie's declaration was conveyed, as always, with some very grand hoof-gestures. A sweatdrop was forming on Applejack's forehead, and not from the hot water.

"Ahhh... sure, Pinkie Pie... but, y'know, it's really quite complicated. I'm not sure you'd understand what it's all about." Applejack was on the defensive, but she wasn't really saying anything untrue. Pinkie Pie just grinned the way she always did. "Sure I'd understand. You were all having sex with someone, right?" A stunned silence spread through the bathroom, broken only by the sound of a dripping faucet. All three of the other ponies were staring at their pink friend.

"You... know about... ehm... 'sex'?" Twilight asked, somewhat hesitantly. Pinkie Pie rolled her eyes. "Well, DUH! I throw a lot of parties, you know? And sometimes, a cute colt or two are at the parties. And sometimes stuff happens AFTER the party. Sex! It's fun!" She was throwing her hooves up, grinning, while her friends gaped. On reflection, it seemed obvious that a hedonistic party-girl like Pinkie Pie would, at least, have been propositioned by a few colts at some point or other, but none of them had suspected that their seeming-innocent friend had already lost her virginity.

"So, if you're going to go off and have a bunch of sex again at some point, you TOTALLY need to bring me along, 'cuz you know me - I NEVER pass up a chance to have FUN!" They'd all gotten out of the bath and were drying each other off, enabling Pinkie to resume the bounce-up-and-down-constantly stance that was her default mode of existence. Just then, Fluttershy entered, carrying a stack of fresh towels. "Oh... I'm sorry to intrude. I just thought you might need some more towels..."

Twilight was the first to find her tongue. "Umm... how much of that did you hear, Fluttershy?" The pastel-colored pegasus looked briefly confused, then brightened up. "Oh... you mean, about the sex? Yes, I heard that. So that was what you were all off doing? You really need to be more careful - I don't think sex is supposed to cause quite so many wounds." Three sets of pony-eyes blinked in unison.

Rarity was the next to break the silence, a twitchy expression on her face. "So... Fluttershy dearest... you know all about 'sex' too, then?" Fluttershy shied away from her a bit, looking a bit taken aback, but then nodded. "Well... no. I wouldn't say I know ALL about it. But I do live together with a lot of critters. And when it's mating-season, well, the poor dears just can't help themselves. Angel-Bunny is always all over the lady-bunnies, too - he hardly stops for DAYS, and he's always completely tuckered out afterwards. And, well... they've told me about how it works."

She wasn't exactly looking them in the eyes, but then she rarely did, and they'd certainly seen her act far more embarrassed about much more mundane things. Twilight drew a deep breath, and then sighed. "All righty then. Guess everyone knows the basics. Well, if you're done checking up on Rainbow Dash, I know that Rarity has some wounds that need seeing to, and I think I do to. I'll bring both of you up to date on the whole thing in the meantime."

As she walked back to Fluttershy's living room with the rest of her friends in tow, she knew - without shadow of a doubt - that both Pinkie Pie AND Fluttershy would very insistently 'volunteer' to join in the next ritual. This one had been... long, she knew that much. More than 12 hours, probably closer to 16. She suspected that the next one - the LAST one - would be longer by a long shot. Probably at least 24 hours. With 6 ponies to 4 stallions, it could be possible for some of them to have some proper breaks, maybe even nap. Rarity had proven, last night, that at least SOME of the stallions were amendable to a 'tag-team' approach.

And more importantly - with all 6 of them standing together, there was nothing they couldn't accomplish. They'd get through the last ritual and out the other side with everyone intact, and then Equestria would at last be safe! She was feeling quite good about the whole thing... if a bit embarrassed that she was about to ask Fluttershy, of all ponies, to check up on her wounded asshole.

The End of Part 2